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[Spoken]
There’s a table that’s loved by the villagers all,
But to players, it’s a frustrating sight.
It’s not fetching, it’s fletching…
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Oh, the fletching table, what could it be?
A crafting station, or just mocking me? (Mock, mock, mock)
It stands there proud with its arrow mark,
But all it does is leave me in the dark.
FLETCH!
I placed it down with hope in my heart,
Thinking it might give me a useful start,
But all it does is sit and stare, (Stare?)
Leaving me wondering why it’s there.
FLETCH!
Could it be a place to sharpen my sticks?
Or maybe mix potions with some neat tricks?
Could it shoot arrows straight from its top?
Or maybe summon a chicken-flavored mop? (Why not?)
Fletch, fleeeeeeetch, FLETCH!
What if it was a portal to the sky?
Or a block that makes my elytra fly?
Perhaps it could turn dirt into gold,
Or maybe summon pigs that are two days old!
FLETCH!
But no, it just lets villagers trade,
And leaves me feeling a bit betrayed,
For all its promise and all its flair,
It’s just a table that leads nowhere.
FLETCH!
FLETCH!
FLETCH!
So here’s to you, oh block of woe,
With your arrows that never seem to show,
I’ll let you be the villager’s pride,
While I’ll go craft with blocks that have more inside.
[Instrumental]
[Spoken]
Poor, sad, and useless… lttle block. Right?
[End]