Michael raised his birthday horn, “Come, ye warriors, brave and sworn! Vikings sail and Normans stand, Gold awaits across the land!” David, Alasdair hit the shore, Tim cried, “Axes! Give me more!” But Bart grinned and checked the map, “I know this trick — it’s Michael’s trap! HEY! HO! THE TREASURE'S MINE! GHOSTS ARE HOWLING, THE MEAD IS FINE! LET THEM FIGHT AND LET THEM BLEED, I'LL TAKE THE GOLD — THAT'S ALL I NEED! HEY! HO! LET VIKINGS ROAM, I'LL TAKE THE CRUCIFIX AND GO HOME! SWORDS MAY CLASH AND HEROES FALL, BUT BART GETS THE GOLDEN ALL! Into the village, brave lads strode, Then came a ghost to guard the hoard! “Forget the fight! Grab gold and run!” Said Bart, “Now the fun's begun!” Two angry spirits blocked the way, And half his lads were lost that day. But through the gates and past the dead, He fled with treasure — legs ahead! HEY! HO! THE TREASURE'S MINE! GHOSTS ARE HOWLING, THE MEAD IS FINE! LET THEM FIGHT AND LET THEM BLEED, I'LL TAKE THE GOLD — THAT'S ALL I NEED! HEY! HO! LET VIKINGS ROAM, I'LL TAKE THE CRUCIFIX AND GO HOME! SWORDS MAY CLASH AND HEROES FALL, BUT BART GETS THE GOLDEN ALL! Alasdair's berserkers came ashore, David charged ahead for more. Tim fought bravely, sword in hand, While Bart raided all the land! The golden cross kept spirits back, But arrows gave his lads a whack! The Vikings grabbed it — what a shame! Yet Bart won the treasure game! HEY! HO! THE TREASURE'S MINE! GHOSTS ARE HOWLING, THE MEAD IS FINE! LET THEM FIGHT AND LET THEM BLEED, I'LL TAKE THE GOLD — THAT'S ALL I NEED! HEY! HO! LET VIKINGS ROAM, THEY BRING THEIR SHIPS — I'LL HEAD FOR HOME! RAISE YOUR HORNS AND HEAR MY CALL: LET OTHERS FIGHT — I'LL LOOT IT ALL! HEY! HO! LOOT IT ALL! And happy birthday, Michael!
