Torvig the Terrible

Oh Torvig the Terrible,

Not feared, but laughable,

Runs away at the merest aggression.

Oh Torvig the Terrible,

So meek and dishonorable,

Made his mother cry out with lamentation.

Oh me, oh my, my poor, sweet boy,

Grew up to be such a great coward!

Oh me, oh my, don't cast your gaze downward,

As his club, could never stand to attention.

Everybody!

Oh Torvig the Terrible,

Not feared, but laughable,

Runs away at the merest aggression.

Or Torvig the Terrible,

So scared and so horrible,

Made his tribe cry out with lamentation!