| Monster Grendel's tastes are plainish. |
| Breakfast? Just a couple Danish. |
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| King of Danes is frantic, very. |
| Wait! Here comes the malmö ferry |
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| Bringing Beowulf, his neighbor, |
| Mighty swinger with a saber! |
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| Hrothgar's warriors hail the Swede, |
| Knocking back a lot of mead; |
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| Then, when night engulfs the Hall |
| And the Monster makes his call, |
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| Beowulf, with body-slam |
| Wrenches off his arm, Shazam! |
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| Monster's mother finds him slain, |
| Grabs and eats another Dane! |
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| Down her lair our hero jumps, |
| Gives old Grendel's dam her lumps. |
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| Later on, as king of Geats |
| He performed prodigious feats |
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| Till he met a foe too tough |
| (Non-Beodegradable stuff) |
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| And that scaly-armored dragon |
| Scooped him up and fixed his wagon. |
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| Sorrow-stricken, half the nation |
| Flocked to Beowulfs cremation; |
| Round his pyre, with drums a-muffle |
| Did a Nordic soft-shoe shuffle. |
