Ode to an Orcish Peon
"Zug Zug" and "Work Work",
A stooped slouch is your defining quirk;
An axe in your hand
Loyally working to our demands.
But those hands don't wilt,
With your skills the walls shall be rebuilt;
War marches for we
You secure the almighty vict'ry.
Not well do we treat,
Those responsible for our great feast!
For each that we were,
A man for every peon, honor!
The humans march on
The towers and walls they build 'till dawn;
Blue will never win
So long as the peons work their skin!
"Zug Zug" and "Work Work",
A stooped slouch is your defining quirk;
The humans lie dead
And now the peons may break their bread
For them we have bled
Life and freedom for orcs through bloodshed!