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Every Dane down in Heorot liked to revel a lot
But the monster who lived just north of Heorot did not
Grendel hated the Danes and all manly races.
He hated their homes! He hated their faces!
He stared from his lake with a sour, Grendel frown
At the warm lighted windows above in their town.
For he knew every Dane in that gold-timbered spot
Was busy now, planning a post-viking blot.
"They're roasting their cattle! " he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow's the blot! It's practically here"
Then he growled, with his troll fingers nervously ...