The Irish Rover!

A trivia book? Awesome. That must be a cool job.

Edit:
You've inspired me to do a song about this instead of doing my real writing work.

On the 25th of September two thousand and five
We set up camp in the Creedy Fort
We were arming up with a crate of flares
And we fought off the zeds with a spork!
'Twas a wonderful Fort, she had twinkies by the score
And oh, how the PKers loathed her
She'd no strategic value, but she was a fun place at last
And we called us the Creedy Soldiers

We had one million shells of the best Federal slugs
We had two million kits of healing
We had three million guys with katanas at their sides
We had four million newbies stealing
We had five million zeds, with six million heads
Seven million cartons of twinkies
We had eight million men who couldn't count to ten
In the Armoury of the Creedy Soldiers

There was ol' Doc Putzs who grilled up the stuff
There was Akin from the County PD
There was Amarth the dragon who killed 'em by the wagonload
And a guy named Reddeath who shot in the head
There was Enoch the Watcher who was sneakin' behind ya'
And the coder Aypok from Dover
And your man Cowboy Up from old Connecticut
Was the skipper of the Creedy Soldiers

We had gamed seven years when the brain rot broke out
And we lost the Fort in a fog.
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two,
Just meself and Cowboy Up's old dog.
Then a horde struck the Fort, with us out of sporks
The gatehouse was ransacked right over
Bitten nine times in the head, and the poor dog was undead
I'm the last of the Creedy Soldiers