This post will remind you of the existence of the Marketplace, while introducing you to the work of a Narnia lover who never joined The Dancing Lawn.
My friend's name in real life is Rob Rice -- just Rob, like Rob Roy. But in the Colorado Renaissance Festival, he is the sixteenth-century scholar Professor Loquacious. Rob was one of my VERY FEW fellow Christians on cast when I was there, and he was not considered to be as expendable as I was. Also like me, he is a writer of both fiction and nonfiction. His works can be shopped for online at this website:
http://www.robricebooks.com
I myself have bought three of his novels. But the following sample of Rob's humor comes for free. It is a parody song lyric. The tune is from the old country-pop song "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down;" the subject matter is the viewpoint of Bard the Bowman in The Hobbit when he had slain Smaug.
" The Night I Shot Old Smaugy Down "
Bard the Bowman is my name, / And one night I saw a gout of flame.
Then Smaug the Golden came, / And laid waste to our town, again…
Once the dwarves had come and gone, / We had our hopes, but we carried on…
Then we looked and our spirits fell, / It was a ravaging we'll all remember well…
The night I shot old Smaugy down…And golden bells were ringing…
The night I shot old Smaugy down…And all the Elves were singing,
They sang… Tra! Tra la-la, la-la…La la la, la la la…
He came diving, and I saw that he / Had a gap in his armored hide I could see…
Took my black arrow hurriedly, / Let fly… and it hit him in the M-O-T…
Now when your town is made of wood, / And a dragon makes it burn real good,
You dive from the flames, and you swim like fun!
But you lose it all, even though you really won…
The night I shot old Smaugy down…
And golden bells were ringing…
The night I shot old Smaugy down…
And all the Elves were singing,
They sang… Tra! Tra la-la, la-la…
La la la, la la la…
Now my son will come after me; / He'll build up Dale
In the Mountain’s lee; / And they’ll tell the tale.
I was scared as hell, though they call me brave,
When that lizard fell he made our town his grave…
I swear by the crown they’ve put on my head
I hope if another drake comes I’ll be long dead…
The night I shot old Smaugy down…
And golden bells were ringing…
The night I shot old Smaugy down…
And all the Elves were singing,
They sang… Tra! Tra la-la, la-la…
La la la, la la la…