--- [acoustic guitar: lively, bawdy strumming, setting a rowdy tavern vibe] [fiddle: playful, cheeky melody, weaving through the guitar] [tambourine: steady, upbeat rhythm, with occasional exaggerated shakes] **(Verse 1)** [all instruments join in, loud and raucous] Oh, gather ‘round and lend an ear, I’ve got a tale you’ll want to hear! Of a druid bold, with a curious knack, For shapeshifting forms that made folks step back. [fiddle plays a mischievous trill, tambourine rattles] He could’ve been a wolf, a bear, or a hawk, But his choices, my friends, would make you gawk. A squirrel, a goat, a skunk, or a hare, But why he chose them, we wouldn’t dare! **(Chorus)** [voices: loud and bawdy, like a drunken tavern choir] Ohhhhhh, the druid’s wild ways, Shifting shapes in the strangest displays! Ohhhhhh, you’d laugh, you’d cry, When he turned into a chicken to spy! **(Verse 2)** [guitar strumming grows more chaotic, fiddle plays a bouncing counter-melody] He once turned into a cat, so sly, To sneak in a window and steal some pie. Then a donkey, braying loud in the square, To woo a farmer’s mule—oh, don’t you dare! [fiddle screeches dramatically, tambourine crashes like a dropped mug] A fish in a barrel, a pig in the mud, A goose in a pond, causing quite a flood. He claimed it was nature, a druid’s right, But we all knew better—it was pure delight! **(Chorus)** [voices: louder, rowdier, mugs banging on tables] Ohhhhhh, the druid’s wild ways, Shifting shapes in the strangest displays! Ohhhhhh, you’d laugh, you’d cry, When he turned into a sheep to lie nearby! **(Bridge)** [tempo slows, instruments drop to just guitar and fiddle, mournful and exaggerated] Do you know what it takes to shift your form? To become a beast, to weather the storm? But his choices, my friends, were far from grand, Like a raccoon digging through trash with his hand! [guitar builds back up, tambourine shakes return] The rogue said, “Why not a tiger or bear?” The druid just grinned, “That’s too much flair!” The bard sang a song of his curious deeds, While the druid turned into a duck to eat seeds. **(Final Chorus)** [all instruments swell, voices at full volume, slurred and triumphant] Ohhhhhh, the druid’s wild ways, Shifting shapes in the strangest displays! Ohhhhhh, you’d laugh, you’d cry, When he turned into a cow to catch her eye! Ohhhhhh, the forms he’d take, For love, for laughs, or just for cake! Ohhhhhh, raise your glass up high, To the druid who’d shift for a questionable try! **(Outro)** [guitar slows to a drunken strum, fiddle plays a wandering, off-key tune] [voice: slurred, with a cheeky tone] “To the druid who taught us all, That sometimes nature calls… for reasons we’ll never understand!” [end with a final, exaggerated tambourine crash and a loud laugh]
