It was a quiet night on Baldur’s land, Gaven sat with an ale in hand. The locals chatted, the firelight danced, When a question rose that broke the trance. "Why are the chickens all out tonight?" A farmer asked, his face turned white. Gaven stood, his voice rang clear, "Back in ye coop, ye feathered lot—hear!" But in the distance, a shadow loomed, A mighty rooster, the air now doomed. With eyes of malice and a thunderous crow, It marked the start of a mighty showdown. Oh, the clash was fierce, man against cock, Feathers flew as the townsfolk gawked. With fists of steel and a will unbent, Gaven fought the cock ‘til its strength was spent. The crowd stood shocked, in awe of the fight, Man versus cock beneath starlight. And when the beast prepared one last leap, Gaven brought it down, a pile of meat. With a mighty swing and a final yell, The rooster exploded—what a smell! When the smoke had cleared, the folks could see, Just two feet left, where the beast used to be. So here’s to Gaven, with fists so true, Who bested a cock and made it stew. When chickens wander and roosters loom, Just shout, "BACK IN YE COOP!" to seal their doom.
