[A raucous, foot-stomping tavern tune, full of mischief, laughter, and clanking tankards! Fast fiddle, booming drums, and the occasional squeak for emphasis!] [Verse 1] Oh, gather ye round and listen well, To a tale of a thief as bold as hell! Not a man, nor elf, nor goblin tall, But a rat so sly, he tricks ‘em all! With a twitch of his nose and a flick of his tail, He'll steal your gold and your finest ale! No lock can hold, no trap can catch, For none are as quick as this sneaky little rat! [Chorus - Everyone joins in, clapping and stomping!] Hey-ho! Watch your back! Nibbles is here, and he’s on the attack! Gold in his paws, cheese in his sack, If you see him scurry—ya won’t get it back! [Verse 2] A noble once cried, “Who took my ring?!” The rat just grinned, that thieving king! He’ll nick your trinkets, your coins, your pie, And be halfway gone with a wink of his eye! He sleeps in a mug and dines for free, Steals from the rich, but mostly me! The Tinkertune’s menace, the tavern’s curse, Yet somehow we love him (for better or worse)! [Chorus - Louder, stomping grows wild!] Hey-ho! Watch your back! Nibbles is here, and he’s on the attack! Gold in his paws, cheese in his sack, If you see him scurry—ya won’t get it back! [Bridge - Instrumental—fiddle and drum breakdown, while everyone stomps, claps, and shouts “Nibbles!” as a toast!] "Nibbles"... (Nibbles!!!!) [Spoken interlude by a Drunken Patron] "Last night I set a trap so neat, To catch the thief who stole my meat! But when I woke, what did I see? The rat left a note—it said ‘Thanks for the brie!’” [Verse 3] The barmaids chase him, the barkeep swears, Yet Nibbles still scampers without any cares! Tales of his crimes spread near and far, He once stole a ship (but not the whole bar)! But when the night is dark and the ale runs low, And the fire flickers with a golden glow, A tiny tail curls ‘round a tankard tall, And we toast the rogue rat—the best thief of all! [Final Chorus - Tavern in full roar, fists pounding the tables!] Hey-ho! Watch your back! Nibbles is here, and he’s on the attack! Gold in his paws, cheese in his sack, If you see him scurry—ya won’t get it back!