And so he crawled, considering all His day had held in store. A hero's day, a hero life, And now the tavern floor. A guzzle here, a come-on there, Tazar was having a ball, But his loss of face and social grace Had angered nearly all. Many a guest and many a breast This hero had come to know, Yet every man now left his stand And threw Tazar to the snow. But not yet was our brave hero done. There was time for revenge this night, For he didn't stall, he covered the walls With urine in great delight. As he came awake the following day, He found himself next to a bum. His smile turned dim, the joke was on him. The now-yellow walls were his mum's.