# Occupational Hazard [Cinematic Intro] [Soft wordless choir, sustained oooohs] [Atmospheric magical lute] [Gentle harpsichord accents] [Spoken, warm and ceremonious, with understated amusement] The High Council of Wizards, prestigious and grand, Decided one day to secure all their land. To keep out the monsters, the thieves, and the stray, They devised a great fence in a most clever way... [Brief lute flourish] [Verse 1] [Witty storytelling vocals] [Gentle lute picking, steady pulse] They chose the finest metal, durable and bright, To stand through the winter and guard through the night. No gaps would be tolerated, no weakness allowed, A flawless iron barrier, the Council declared proud. Straight into the river, the iron rods went, A masterpiece of planning, each bar heaven-sent. [Chorus] [Full male vocals, stately and confident] [Measured, marching toms] Build the boundary, straight and tall, A perfect defense to protect them all! No beast could pass, no thief would dare, With magic and metal, none could compare! [Verse 2] [Storytelling vocals, slightly darker tone] [Slow lute melody, sparse harpsichord notes] The fence crossed the lake on the western side, Its ironwork gleaming beneath the calm tide. Our mage set the last post, then stepped back with pride, Admiring the work stretching far and wide. The border was sealed, every section in line, He leaned on the railing. The evening was fine. [Chorus] [Triumphant male vocals, layered backing voices] [Driving toms, fuller instrumentation] Build the boundary, straight and tall, A perfect defense to protect them all! No beast could pass, no thief would dare, But something beneath had no reason to care... [Brief wordless choir flourish] [Instrumental Interlude] [Magical lute melody, calm and pastoral] [Delicate harpsichord interlude] [Low toms slowly building beneath the melody] [Subtle musical tension, almost imperceptible at first] [Bridge] [Quieter storytelling vocals, ominous undertone] He rested his back on the cold iron rail, While ripples ran softly along the lake's trail. For beneath the water, in shadows unseen, An electric eel colony stirred from its dreams. The fence crossed their home, every rod touching wet... The Council's great triumph was not finished yet. [Instrumental Break] [Low toms accelerate, tension building] [Wordless choir swells into a sustained note] [Sudden sharp harpsichord strike] [All instruments cut out abruptly] [Outro] [Brief, explosive orchestral accent] A crackle! A flash! The whole railing lit bright! Our mage learned the hard way that the fence could bite! [Sudden silence] [Spoken, dry and mildly sympathetic] The moral of the story, if safety's your aim: Don't trust someone else's plan just because it's got a name. A drawing on paper may look safe and secure, But before you lean back, you'd better be sure... And perhaps... check the local wildlife first. [Soft magical lute reprise] [Quiet harpsichord notes] [Wordless choir fades to a gentle hum] [Fade out] [End]
