Cataclysm Poetry

Cataclysm is coming
(to the tune of "Christmas is coming")

Cataclysm is coming,
The gnome is getting fat.
Please put a silver
In my engineer's sack.
If you haven't got a silver
then a copper will have to do;
If you haven't got a copper
then I'm comin' after you.

Woe to the world
(to the tune of "Joy to the World")

Woe to the world
for deathwing's come
the earth be ripped to shreads
Let every heart
cower in fear
and gnomes and night elves scream
and gnomes and night elves scream
and gnomes and gnomes and night elves scream.

The gnome just got run over by a wargen
(To the tune "Grandma just got run over by a reindeer")

The gnome just got run over by a wargen
Walking home from Stormwind, Cataclysm eve
You can say there's no such thing as Wargen,
But us orcs and tauren, we do believe.
He was drinkin' too much Kungaloosh,
And we swear, we told him not to go,
But he forgot his medication, and he
staggered out the door.
When we found him Cataclysm morning,
at the scene of the attack
He had paw prints on his forehead
and incriminating claw marks on his back

Now we're all so pround of Gorgatsuya
He's been handling this just fine
He's not laughing at the scene, only
drinking lager with Mula
and gettin' ready to dine.
It's not Cataclysm without the gnome,
The Alliance is dressed in black
And we just can't help but wonder
Should we have a cry also, or just
pat each other on the back?
Pat on the back!!

Now the hog is on the table
and the stuffing made last night
And the green pines in the center
that would have matched
the hair on the gnome just right.
I've warned all my
friends and guildies
Better watch out for hairy beasts.
Lets go enlist the goblins
and for now we'll enjoy our feast!