Ballad of Gurg the Orc
Oh, let me tell ya story 'bout an orc named Gurg.
Lived in Brekon town, in an outer burg.
He was out one day, crushin' him some skulls,
When he was knocked out from behind by a raging bull... (Minotaur that is, hulking beast man, horned horror.)
Well Gurg woke up in a field full o' bones,
His whole regiment had been turned to magic stone.
So he picked up his club and his old dented shield.
And walked all the way to the tiny people's fields. (Ferrell that is, placid waters and fishin' holes.)
So Gurg the orc, he became a fisherman.
Doin' what he wanted, and livin' off the land.
And if ever trouble should come take root,
Well old Gurg, he's still fleet of foot! (Runs like the wind...See ya Gurg! Bye, bye now...)