Nuclear Rabbit

When I Was A Young Gnome
A Pair Of Cut Purses Cornered Me Behind The Inn
Oh, I'm Only A 5th Grader
Oh God, Horus Get Back
With Charisma Low, I Reached Into My Bag Of Holding
It Was Time, It Was My Turn
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick (4x)
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A
Thought I Was Not Large, Even For A Gnome
I Was Confident I Could Ward Off The Attacker