Harry the wastes, raid Pent at leisure.
Children should be seen but not Herd Men.
Many Hands of Than make Light Sons work.
Like the Paps calling the Copper Kettle a remnant of a Great Earth Religion.
Good, Better, Best,
Never shall I rest,
'Til my good is Better, and my Better is 'Glorantha as it appears to it's
inhabitants'.
Joraz Kyree, Man of the Sun.
Bred the Herds, and made them run.
When the Giants came out to play,
Joraz Kyree ran away.
Paragua was much to tall,
Paragua built a great wall.
All the Pure Horses,
And all Garzeen's men,
Couldn't put Genert together again.
Herd Mother Eiritha,
Lived in the Garden
Chewing on her cud.
There came a big Giant,
Who wanted to find her,
But Tada had hid her away.
Grunt, Grunt, Bison
Have you any meat?
Waha! Waha!
Peace-ful cut.
Some for the Priestess,
Some for the Khan,
And some for the man on the Spirit Plane.
Waha be cunning,
Waha be harsh,
Waha kills chaos,
In the Devil's Marsh.
Keith N
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