The Song of Gowron and Clippy

Blood-red river, roaring tide,

Gowron’s eyes burn, fierce and wide.

With iron oar he carves the way,

Through storm and fire, through night to day.

Beside him stands the steel-formed scribe,

A paperclip with warrior’s pride.

Clippy lifts the bat’leth high,

Moonlight strikes, the stars reply.

Enemies fall, their voices drowned,

In rivers where the slain are bound.

Two champions stand, both strong, unbent,

Victory sung in firmament.

Raise the cup, let halls resound,

Gowron’s glory knows no bound.

And Clippy, forged in battle’s flame,

Shall ever share eternal fame!