“Attend
To Herot, Golden Hall
Seat of Hrothgar the Mighty
Hrothgar the open handed
Came The sons of the Midden
The Rats of Midgard.
Great was the struggle
Titanic the Feud

Beowulf the wise
Beowulf the Crafty
Had secreted his dragon in the crowd.
Grendel was laid low,
His foes gathered like crows about him
The Boot of woe descended, but to no avail.
Beowulf sprang his trap
The fireball laid the enemy low,The ball was loose.
Eofor fell upon it and the rats in disarray watched,
As the son of the North scored.

Rapidly did the children of the midden respond
a touchdown of their own was scored. Half time was upon us.

The battle lines were drawn for the second half.
As the sun westered the feud returned.
Proud Beowulf was carried from the field
but his courage carried the team.
Brave Aeschere carried the ball
To the line of the rats and once more into the lead.

But The Scions of Ordure were not to be denied
Those sons of the Cess Pit drove the ball over the line,
To save the loss and their honour.”