Орк с Бетника собирал на поле бутоны,
Говорил, что страдает от сердечной истомы,
Но немедля под зад
Вихрем Рифта был взят —
И теперь не поднимет батоны.
There once was an Orc from Betnikh
Of warmth he said he was sick
But the gales of the Rift
Tossed his arse in a drift
Now his buns he can't unstick!