Put that down, Snurl, that mutton's too new,
it's been there almost three evenings to few.
It's human cuisine till it's gone good and green
and it's been there so long you don't know where it's been
You'r an orc, Young Snurl, with some self-respect,
a proud reputation is yours to protect
If you eat just anything, they'll think you are weak,
they'll never fear you, with no orcish reek.
You should also know this, humans get hungry too,
when their cows and sheep become far too few.
A human might think of a sweet smelling orc,
as a tangy bipedal armored roast pork.
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Oh Gorm, you are much too hard on the child. You'd think he was about to eat a salad! Give him a break, would you! You will trample his orc-esteme. What is an orc without pride - nothing but a sniveling pig-man.
-=sniff sniff=-
We don't talk to cats, we eats 'em
but we plays with 'em furst
And what about that sock puppet? You talk to him plenty!!
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