Here, as requested, is a copy of the song that Margaree and myself performed
 at the Fools Feast after the symposium. We do request that if this song is
 performed in the next year that credit be given to the lyricists. Thank you.
 (Note to those in southern An Tir; excuse the northern An Tirian spelling of
 colour)

        _Heral-Do_

 words by: Iago ab Adam (then known as Jacobus filius Catomagli)
      and Margerie NyKenneth VcKenneth
 tune: Do, Re, Mi

  INTRO:
  When you know how heralds speak,
  You'll become a herald geek.

  Or, a thing that helps you row,
  Purpure, the sound made by a cat,
  Azure, the colour of a tarp,
  Sable, a critter like a rat,
  Gules, the spirits of the dead,
  Vert, the colour of the ghouls,
  Argent, imagine Wonderbread,
  Which is made from Wonderdough, do, do, do
  
  Base, a guy who sings real low,
  Pale, be careful not to spill,
  Chief, the leader of a tribe,
  Orle, ask Monica and Bill,
  Pean, a black and yellow ermine,
  Ermine, another nasty vermin,
  Wogenfeh, but only if you're German,
  And you're made of Vunderdough, do, do, do
  
  Semy, a truck, a real big truck,
  Checky, you cash it at a banky,
  Rayonny, the weather in An Tir,
  Fret, too much and you'll get cranky,
  Bar, a place for drinking booze,
  Cross, no we are not amused,
  Pile, of submissions refused,
  'Cause they didn't send the dough.