--- [acoustic guitar: light, playful strumming with a folksy rhythm] [whistle: jaunty melody, like a wandering adventurer’s tune] **(Verse 1)** [all instruments join in, upbeat and bouncy] I’ve got twenty arrows, but I dream of more, An infinite quiver—that’s ranger folklore. Legolas lied, his arrows don’t run dry, While I’m counting every shot, wondering why. [guitar adds a quick flourish, whistle echoes the melody] The barbarian swings, the wizard casts fire, The rogue’s backstabbing, the bard’s a liar. I nock my bow, I let it fly, And hope the DM lets me claim the guy. **(Chorus)** [voices: cheerful harmonies, like a tavern singalong] Ohhhhhh, the ranger’s plight, I’ve got twenty shots, they’d better be right! No infinite arrows, no bonus to show, But I’ll bluff my way with my trusty bow! **(Verse 2)** [guitar strumming grows more energetic, whistle plays a mocking trill] The dwarf swings his axe, “That’s five in one blow!” I just smile and say, “That’s not how I roll.” I aim for the heart, but the rules say no, So I roll my dice and hope it’s a show. [drums add a light, rhythmic stomp, like marching boots] I’ll tame a wolf, I’ll charm a bear, Animal handling? I’m the best out there! But in the fight, I’m just a guy, With twenty arrows and a hopeful lie. **(Chorus)** [voices: louder, more raucous, like a drinking song] Ohhhhhh, the ranger’s plight, I’ve got twenty shots, they’d better be right! No infinite arrows, no bonus to show, But I’ll bluff my way with my trusty bow! **(Bridge)** [tempo slows, instruments drop to just guitar and whistle] The rogue says, “Ranger, what’s your deal?” I say, “I’m the guy who makes it all feel real. I track the tracks, I scout ahead, And when I’m out of arrows, I play dead.” [guitar builds back up, whistle grows more triumphant] The cleric says, “You’re not pulling your weight!” I say, “I shot that goblin—wasn’t that great?” The barbarian grunts, “That was my kill!” I shrug and say, “Well, I shot it still.” **(Final Chorus)** [all instruments swell, voices at full volume] Ohhhhhh, the ranger’s plight, I’ve got twenty shots, they’d better be right! No infinite arrows, no bonus to show, But I’ll bluff my way with my trusty bow! Ohhhhhh, I count my kills, I claim my fame, The dwarf rolls his eyes, “That’s not the same!” But here’s to the ranger, the sneaky one, I’ll take the credit when the fight is done! **(Outro)** [guitar fades to soft strumming, whistle plays a wandering tune] [voice: spoken, with a smirk] “Legolas had infinite arrows, sure, But I’ve got twenty, and my aim is pure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a bear to charm.” [end with a final pluck of the guitar string and a jaunty whistle note] -
