King of the Rutabagas: A Harvest Story
Now, I have a story to tell ye.
Because I have lived in Gaia a long, long time I still remember the Harvest Songs and Dances. It was long before that Jack character began to poke his Pumpkin Head around Gaia and ask us all to trick an treat for him. An you can tell that I did a wee bit of candy gatherin myself, this Halloweeny, as I be wearin a Jack cape of me own.
Ok, then:
We used to do a particular Rutabaga Dance that I did quite well. I was known as King of the Rutabagas back in those days, and I could choose a Rutabaga Queen of me own to dance with. We danced around a large fire, singing:
Hail to the Gaian Harvest!
Hail to the Rutabaga!
Golden be these days that bring us plenty,
And wenches to bring us fine ale
For we are the Harvest Men
Back from the Throws of War and Gore
I see a lovely lady fit to be my Bride
Let us make the merry as I bring her to my side!
Hail to the Gaian Harvest!
Hail to the Rutabaga!
Golden be these days that bring us plenty
And wenches to bring us fine ale.
Now, this be just a rough translation from the Runes, of course. And I remember everyone howling and cheerin and making a runkass.
Not all the women wanted to bring us the ale, and sometimes the lasses poured the good stuff over our heads from glazed jugs, being smug and all -- laughing and saying, "Waterfall to Ye Fools" But that was part of the teasing, and some of the young men, wet with ale all over them would chase after these maids and take them to the barns to woo them.
Aye. And to think I was the King of the Rutabagas back then.
And it was a fine thing. I had me rutabagas, me maid, and . . . me gold. wink
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