There was a hero named Theor,
Who wielded a shield and a sword.
Dressed in gold and red
And a helmet on his head,
With hair reaching for the floor.
There was a hero named Melina,
I bet you have seen her,
Green top, green skirt,
With Theor and Kurul she's a flirt.
But she knows Theor is much cleaner.
Kurul, hes a monster of a man,
And thats dirt not a tan,
With his spiked club over his shoulder,
He can smash any boulder,
But socialising, hes not a fan.
Karal is the sister we think,
Shes cleaner and doesn’t stink.
With a shiny gold axe,
And armpits unwaxed,
She rarely gets asked out for a drink.
Palash is a scary dude,
He likes to hunt his food.
A grandicus, is what he searches for,
Yet to be found, he will look forever more,
And will always be in a bad mood.
Just like Palash, Minh he is bald,
A wise priest who cannot be fooled.
With a purple and blue outfit,
Hats on his head will never sit,
He lives with tigers and never gets mauled.
With Garreth its a common belief,
That hes simply a common thief.
With a quiffy hair do,
Wearing a robe thats blue,
And hiding his weapons underneath.
There is also a hero called Albert,
With the boys he likes to flirt,
Making his enemies weep,
He sings them to sleep,
He's everyones favourite hero to get hurt.
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