Battle of Trench

Enough of moaning, groaning,

Tie two stones in place of one,

Quiten the growling stomach,

It's a distaction; so shut it up,

Cease complaining. Zip it!

Get back to work, sing the song,

The song that was sung that morn,

And dig, dig, and dig some more,

Dig till you reach that rock.

Then call upon the Chosen One.

- Khaadim