The Lore of Archmagus Jerret

“An optimistic mind-set finds dozens of possible solutions for every problem that the pessimist regards as incurable”

One potion makes you larger, and one potion makes you small,

And the ones that mother gives you don’t do anything at all.

Go ask Jerret, when he’s ten feet tall.

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you’re going to fall.

You’ve just drank the astral potion and your mind is moving low.

Go ask Jerret, I think he will know.

When logic and proportion, have fallen sloppy dead,

And the runes are talking backwards, turning gold into lead,

Remember what the psychic rabbit said,

“Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head!”

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