Ho!  What compels us so!?

We march against the foe

Wot gives our queen such woe.

Bacterial Troll? No!

Fungal Ogre? No!

But lo!

A Goblin horde doth grow.

But thanks to our hammer throw,

we overwhelm them so.

Then like a kingly crow,

we dine upon this show.

"Save me a big toe!"

"I'll have that green elbow!"

Even though we know

we'll die in this tableau

and burst upon the snow.

Ho! What compels us so!?

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