„Culvan has an axe“
ready for attack checks.
It is the only line he says,
pronounced in several ways.

Like Groot the space tree,
alike the enemies flee.
The axe a true beauty,
as old as Culvan’s duty.

He had word progress,
Axe, more or less,
the first word spoken,
carried it as a token.

By the age of four,
he smashed is first door.
With seven he said Culvan,
thats where his legacy began.

With „Culvan axe“, he survived,
wherever he arrived.
Chopping wood, or goblin foe,
ready, battle, axe, go.

With the age of nineteen,
a great future was foressen.
He got blessed with intelligence,
his vocabulary could enhance.

Now more precise he clarifies,
he has an axe to his allies.
Culvan has an axe,
ready for heavy smacks.

A barbarian of honor,
needs words no more.
His line is programm,
Culvan there, foe gone.

Orcs, Minotaurs, Trolls,
Goblins, Drows, Gnolls,
Crushing, smashing,
hitting, bashing.

Basic duty for his kind,
a cold night he does not mind.
Lately accompanied,
from a critter he freed.

A pink unicorn fey pig,
just teacup big,
A moon melon crime,
where Culvan could shine.

Culvan has an axe,
with a lot of pig tags.
He founded a new clan,
because he can.

The unicorn pig raiders,
fearless tavern invaders.
Paiment coin or food,
Culvan has an axe! Understood?