There was an Argonian born one day
You could tell there was something wrong
A mis-shaped mouth, an odour strange
And his gills were all but gone
Growing up in the Marsh his life was tough
All around him hated and feared
They laughed at him and called him names
Until they reduced him to tears
Still he kept on, what else could he do?
''til the day he became fully grown
He walked out of town, found some land and sat down
And saw it was good for crop sowing
Time's up! It was much better the first time... *grumble grumble*
There was an Argonian born one day
You could tell there was something wrong
A mis-shaped mouth, an odour strange
And his gills were all but gone
Growing up in the Marsh his life was tough
All around him hated and feared
They laughed at him and called him names
Until they reduced him to tears
Still he kept on, what else could he do?
''til the day he became fully grown
He walked out of town, found some land and sat down
And saw it was good for crop sowing
Time's up! It was much better the first time... *grumble grumble*