There's a Captain in the Garrison,
for who there's no comparison.
He's fearless, in the extreme.
Protective as a mother bear.
Wears pink and crotchless underwear.
In rumors, he's frequently seen.
Oh Talarin, my cap-i-tain,
frequently, frequently dies.
Oh Talarin, my cap-i-tain,
frequently, meets his demise.
Killed once by a birthday card,
it really wasn't very hard.
I tell you, those things can be mean.
And then there was a silverfish,
an ocean death I wouldn't wish.
At least, his corpse was washed clean.
Oh Talarin, my cap-i-tain,
frequently, frequently dies.
Oh Talarin, my cap-i-tain,
frequently, meets his demise.
While worming he fell through the sand,
in the dark, he made a stand,
killed there by a monster unseen.
Fire warrior, wagon, worm;
Fear? He doesn't know the term.
In pain, he never does scream.
Oh Talarin, my cap-i-tain,
frequently, frequently dies.
Oh Talarin, my cap-i-tain,
frequently meets his demise.
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