Item:Grubby song scroll

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A grubby song scroll
Look:	This is a Bardic scroll, enscribed with the non-magical Bard song "The Riddle Song". It must be studied to be used. If it is being read by another, no one but that person can study it.
Weight:	5 stones
Metal:	Unknown
Appraised Cost:	125 Kronars100 Lirums <br />90.2 Dokoras <br />0.125 LTBpoints <br />0.125 Tickets <br />0.125 Scrips <br />
Properties:	This item is styled or has special functions for Bards.
Dimensions:	? length x ? width x ? height
Sources:	Sold by Deeper's Tavern for 350 Lirums Source is Deeper's Tavern

Song

You begin to sing "The Riddle Song", by Vogelin Wittelsbach.

"I cry the town without a mouth,

From east to west, from north to south.

Outside, there's nowhere I'm not heard,

But inside -- shh! -- I speak no word."

"What am I?"

"To gain me, you must pass the door

And polish till your hands are sore;

While I live, not worth a breath,

But when I die, I conquer death."

"What am I?"

"Small I be, of shifting shape.

I bear no sword, I wear no cape,

Yet I can go where you won't dare

To tell you what is lurking there."

"What am I?"

"No mind, stone blind,

All that move are freer,

Earth-bound, ring-round,

Heaven-centered seer."

"What am I?"

"Money-eater, gear-completer,

In-and-out, there's nothing fleeter.

My absence makes the heart grow fonder,

My presence makes you poorer. Ponder!"

"What am I?"

"Down on my luck, couldn't be flatter,

I'm silent and glum while the passersby chatter.

Don't think I can help you, don't ask for some cash,

Don't try for a touch -- it would surely be rash!"

"What am I?"

"Prancing terror of the scaled domain,

Taloned bearer of a taunting name,

I'll number you as an honored friend,

Only if you're sure I won't offend."

"Who am I?"

"I'm sweet and I'm savage; I'm scaly, I'm soft,

A creature ferocious, yet given out free,

I sleep in a sack and I wing it aloft,

I eat and I'm eaten -- now what can I be?"

"What am I?"

You end the song.