A stroll under the sky so blue, upon the grass so green
Should relax any warrior bold, and make him quite serene.
But here the warrior draws his club and bashes at his foe
Who tries to flee but cannot hide when his pace starts to slow.
Through ways so fair and places rough the warrior takes his toll
Til he just taps his little foe and drops him in a hole.
Where eagles fly you will see the warrior wear a grin
He'll help his foe out of the hole and then smack him again.
No lives are lost, no blood is drawn, that's not this warrior's way
Instead he'll take his foe back home so they can fight another day.