The Divine Cordiality of Black Diamond
I was at the War of Wings evening now was falling
I had feasted and I heard bardic campfires calling
Thought to wander all about singing songs enthralling
Got to start out walking but had to come back crawling.
Found a warm and friendly fire joyous at the sighting
I was offered comfy chairs right beside good lighting
When I asked the name of camp that seemed so inviting
“We are of Black Diamond,” said campers most delighting.
And so I began to play and to sing beside it
I was full of mirth and joy never have denied it
One fine man produced a flask Asked me if I’d tried it
It was so delicious I almost tried to hide it!
I must say it was the first of many things to taste
Every time I turned around the bottle was replaced
By some tasty cordial that could make me more red-faced
Each more yummy than the last all of them drunk in haste.
Cinnamon and cardamom apples and peach and pear
Flavors of assorted spice berries and fruits to spare
All of these and more I taste (Black Diamond likes to share)
Flavors to make brewers swoon They caught me unaware.
I cannot be really sure what happened in that spot . . .
Who was that Australian guy that offered me the shot?
By the time the moon was high they could have served me snot
And I would have said ‘Yummy, is there more of that lot?"
Ever flowing cordials of Black Diamond are infused
With lots of love and flavor to keep you well amused
Best beware; your liver may well think itself abused;
Like me you may end the night just stumbling off confused
The moral of my tale, friend is plain to see for all
When you go on walkabout and when the fires call
If you find Black Diamond then sit down and have a ball
Do not plan on walking home (More likely you will crawl.)