Oh Great Dovah!
Who battles 'mongst the sky,
Hot do your fires burn,
Far-reaching are your cries!
Soar from peak to valley,
Marauding as you please,
Destroying any enemy with the utmost of ease!
The son of man, he stands up,
Bolstered by his cause.
As he inhales sharply,
Dearest Dovah, he does pause;
For this man's peculiar:
He fears no flame or claw.
Dovah's life was forfeit when he shouted, "FUS RO DAH!"
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