orc's best friend is lusty warthog;
helps him much with hunt and murloc.
ruddily they show their flanks,
so that he may ax the shanks;
greedily they murloc eggs
bust in and eat, as well as legs;
hogs for these most noble deeds
are called grand and honored beasts;
their old god orc duly worships
when that he does lick his lips,
say thank you pig, and eat his bits.
all orc meal does go like this,
in ideal world; he's greatly missed,
hog supreme, when he's not there;
country's bad where hog is rare.
elf may live there, he is fair,
lives on hillock herbs, and air,
orc must feast on gutsy pig
so that he can get proper big.
this the explanation why
hog is sometimes for-to-die;
that is, an orc would risk his life
for his pig, near much as wife.
that must understand, for story,
which becometh rather gory,
on account of hog all hoary:
i'd tell all, but it would bore thee.
suffice it then, to say he won,
that orc whose hog they for had come.