And that village elder nuisance who is older than the hills
the quack-job shaman charging triple for his tonics and his pills
the glutton who every winter asks if you have meat and berries saved
the brute who thinks you're a woman and drags you by your hair into his cave
And warring tribal chieftains of an intimidating kind
Such as what-d'you-call-him, thingamabob, and likewise -nevermind
And tut-tut-tut and what's-his-name, and also you-know-who
The task of filling up the blanks Crag would rather leave to you
But it doesn't really matter who you put upon the list
They'd none of them be missed - they'd none of them be missed!