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Ten little Greystones
Watch their sword blades shine.
One stumbled, forward fell;
Then, there were nine.
Nine little Greystones
Unpack a wooden crate.
Blackpool sent a dragon!
Then, they were eight
Eight little Greystones
Think Bethel is Heaven!
One got zapped with a Number Six;
Then, the count was seven.
Seven little Greystones
Stumble onto Vector’s tricks.
Flash! went the wizard’s eyes,
And then there were six.
Six little Greystones
Know Vulkar’s not alive.
So, one bent down to steal his whip.
Now, they number five.
Five little Greystones
Are summoned to the door.
A grox scratched one of them;
Then, there were four.
Four little Greystones
Flee, flee, flee!
One got caught in the Rains of Death.
Then, they were three.
Three little Greystones
Are lying in the sun.
Dirk was jealous of their tans.
Now, there’s only one.
One little Greystone left.
A lone and worthy hero.
Pity for the day
They dwindle down to zero!