Dedicated to the valiant halflings who lost their lives in the bloody and totally unnecessary game with those insidious elves, those torpid tree-huggers, those bastions of ignomy, "PC Games and Stuff". Which aforementioned team is owned by the greatest evil our time has ever known--Yea! And any time before it--Necmo.

The Game in question:
http://fumbbl.com/FUMBBL.php?page=match&id=1785482

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|---------The Charge of the 'ling Brigade-----------|
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Half a field, half a field,
Half a field onward,
All in the stadium of Death
Ran the poor halflings.
"Forward, brave little ones!"
"Charge for the ball!" he said:
Into the stadium of Death,
Ran the poor halflings.

"Forward, brave little ones!"
Was there a 'ling dismayed?
Not tho' the halfling knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reasony why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the stadium of Death,
Ran the poor halflings.

Wood elves to right of them,
Wood elves to left of them,
Wood elves in front of them
Threw kicks and punches;
Storm'd at with fists and kick'd,
Boldly they ran (and tripp'd),
Into the mouth of Hell
Ran the poor halflings.

Show'd all their noble soul,
Flash'd as they ran for ball,
Ducking the wood elves tall,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the blood-soaked turf,
Dying on bloodied earth;
Passer and Thrower
Laughed loud in gruesom mirth
Punching and kicking.
Then they touched down, but not
Not the poor halflings.

Wood elves to right of them,
Wood elves to left of them,
Wood elves in front of them
Threw kicks and punches;
Storm'd at with fists and kick'd,
While halfling bodies ripped,
They that had run (and trip'd)
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell
All that was left of them
Fewer poor halflings.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the 'ling Brigade,
Poor little blighters.