Come gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale A tale of a night very much like the one tonight Do you have to sing the story? Yes! The rain pelted cruelly, the wind tore my hood As I ran through the wood to my homestead How many verses is this? 12 When I saw in a clearing, a figure was stood Beckoning as if I were awaited (When did..., we live in Brooklyn, never mind, I'll come back later) I'll skip to verse 11 Now you know, said the wizard What price you must pay to gain the reward you seek I feel like you skipped a lot You'll get it through context You must trade me a treasure That's of commensurate or greater value Than the suggested price of this mystical, ancient antique So I granted the wizard a book forged in chrome Though it pained me to part, and regret filled my mind With a flourish he vanished along with my tome Leaving naught but this hurdy behind Leaving naught but this gurdy behind