A History of Steppesville

Part Five - Poems & Songs

Not only through the secret organization P.H.I.A.L., but through many different organizations and people, there have been poems and songs written about Steppesville. The following is a very small collection of some of the most well-known examples of this.

Poems

An Ode To Steppesville by Unknown Barthlake University Student

When springs arrives upon the world,

The flowers come into bloom,

There is a swirling change henceforth,

And love is set to loom.

The creek and gully stop acting cruel,

They put away their weapons,

And change into quite pleasant things,

Becoming the vernal chaplains.

I wander over brook and stone,

And under tree and hill.

In tunnels paved with stony walls,

The city streets they fill.

The roaring bells, the white mill tower

That reaches to the sky.

Oh, Steppesville, you're a wondrous place,

In forest green you lie.

There Once Was A Man From Steppesville by Unknown City Resident

There once was a man from Steppesville,

Who enjoyed cooking and serving roadkill.

All his neighbors would say, as they went about their day:

"That man is an odd, drunken buzzkill."

So the man moved along to the woods,

Where he stayed for as long as he could.

Making sharp wooden sticks, with which things he would fix,

And he'd always creep 'round draped in hoods.

One day a great crime was committed,

And everyone wondered who did it.

So they questioned the man, but he chuckled and ran.

And as for the body, he hid it.

Barthlake University and the Secret Society by Unknown Barthlake University Student

When the college is active in summer,

I walk along its hallowed halls,

And reminisce about past times,

When I used to be a man of culture.

When society was fine, and we'd toast to literature,

We would drink wine and eat bread,

And we'd read our books in peace,

When the society was our life.

The society is gone, and we've left our true purposes behind,

As the Barthlakes have lost their charm.

We've always had the desire, though,

To take back what should be ours.