Dungeon Master’s plight when the players’ rolls are just too high

(Verse 1) In the depths of the dungeon, the torches burn low, The Dungeon Master's plans, oh they're ready to go. But the dice hit the table, and the numbers soar, The monsters he crafted, now a trivial chore. (Chorus) Roll high, roll mighty, the players' luck's on fire, The Dungeon Master's frown, growing ever dire. For every trap and beast, they simply acquire, More loot, more glory, as the stakes get higher. (Verse 2) The goblins and trolls, they fall left and right, The players' sheer power, turning darkness to light. The DM's grimace, hidden behind his screen, His intricate puzzles, now all but unseen. (Bridge) Oh, the rolls of fate, how they twist and they turn, The Dungeon Master's world, not as tough as he yearned. With every crit success, his stomach does churn, For the challenge is gone, no more fear to discern. (Chorus) Roll high, roll mighty, the players' luck's on fire, The Dungeon Master's frown, growing ever dire. For every trap and beast, they simply acquire, More loot, more glory, as the stakes get higher. (Verse 3) The dragon's fierce roar, now a kitten's soft purr, The players, unscathed, their victory sure. The DM's plot twists, now predictable tales, His once mighty empire, so easily assails. (Chorus) Roll high, roll mighty, the players' luck's on fire, The Dungeon Master's frown, growing ever dire. For every trap and beast, they simply acquire, More loot, more glory, as the stakes get higher. (Verse 4) The magic items, they pile in their stash, The DM's grand finale, now just a flash. His epic boss fight, over in a blink, The players' victory, faster than he can think. (Chorus) Roll high, roll mighty, the players' luck's on fire, The Dungeon Master's frown, growing ever dire. For every trap and beast, they simply acquire, More loot, more glory, as the stakes get higher. (Verse 5) The Dungeon Master's efforts, now all for naught, His devious plans, so easily caught. The players' triumph, a foregone conclusion, His campaign's challenge, just an illusion. (Chorus) Roll high, roll mighty, the players' luck's on fire, The Dungeon Master's frown, growing ever dire. For every trap and beast, they simply acquire, More loot, more glory, as the stakes get higher. (Verse 6) But in the end, it's all just a game, The Dungeon Master smiles, no longer in shame. For the joy of the players, is truly his aim, And next session's plot, will ignite a new flame. (Outro) So here's to the rolls, both low and high, To the Dungeon Master's craft, under the gaming sky. May the dice gods be kind, or at least fair, In the grand adventure, that we all share.