Once upon a time There was a band of orcs. There lived a nomad tribe On their way to a new town. The orcs stopped to offer songs: Songs of humans, elves and orcs. The nomads they all wandered: Why are orcs so ugly? They were dancing, They were eating: Orcs and humans, All together. So the orcs finished their tales, But the nomads wanted more. So they offered them to smoke From the ancient pipe they own. The orcs they had visions Of mating with elves and dwarfs. What's this weed? What did they give them? Oh, poor orcs! Now they loved gnomes. They were dancing, They were eating: Orcs and humans, All together.