Ne'er was an ogre with some sense,
Ne'er was an ogre with some sense,
Not since their wicked 'teth masters,
Put their spiral ribbons to pasture.
They've, one and all, been this dense.

Ne'er was a gift without a hook,
ne'er was a gift without a hook,
When someone tells you how nice they've been,
Then hands you a contract and a signing pen.
Well, now that might be worth a second look.

Ne'er was a fortress impregnable,
Ne'er was a fortress impregnable,
If the walls have a gap an ember wide,
The flames'll find a way inside.
Soon you'll find your defenses untenable

Ne'er was a baron that kept their head,
Ne'er was a baron that kept their head,
You can fill your fort with a nasty crew,
From Mhaldor, Cyrene and Hashan too.
But only Ugrach'll put you back when you're dead.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Miraman, in the year 976 AF.