to bark. The minstrel took his lute from his shoulder and improvised a song. He
had thought of something.
Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
But only one in three.
They bark at those in velvet gowns,
They never bark at me."
A tale-teller, tottering home to bed, laughed at the song, and troublemakers and
tosspots ...
Yay, that's me in the 90s ... fun fact, I just ran into the former bartender again yesterday, after almost 30 years π