Listen close and I'll tell you a tale,
Our story begins with a wee little male.
His mum named him Harland it was a family name,
She knew he was destined for greatness and fame.
He was smaller than the other boys his age,
But that never stopped him from taking center stage.
As a member of the Earth Guard, fighting was in his blood,
Battles were fought through sand, dirt, and mud.
Day and night he trained with his class,
Preparing for the day when he might whoop some ass.
Seasons went by but his day never came,
Day and night he trained just the same.
Then one day the elders sounded the call,
He knew what it meant he must defend the wall.
To his post, he ran by great leaps and bounds,
Eager to protect his people's ancient grounds.
I'd be lying if I told you that Harland was not scared,
But the years he spent training had made him prepared.
With his weapon of choice, a crowbar in hand,
Harland grit his teeth ready to become a man.
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