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Hrothgar the King
Was proud of his achievements
Wanted the world to know of his name
Built a great hall and named it Heorot
A powerful symbol of his wealth and fame.

And there was singing
And dancing
And lots of joyful celebrating
As Hrothgar watched his eyes began to shine
‘No one’s going to spoil…this party of mine!’

But out on the moors
Someone wasn’t invited
Grendel the monster
Awoke in a rage
Hearing the noise of all the happy celebrations
He let out a roar of fury and pain!

And when the guests were asleep
Grendel rose from the deep
Greedy and grim, gruesome and tall
He attacked and ransacked
Hrothgar’s mead hall!

Part 1
Mighty King, what shall we do?
Broken, stunned and shocked are we,
Numb with grief, for what we’ve lost.
Heorot is no longer free.

Part 2
Twelve winters passed...

News of the crime reached the ears of Beowulf
King of the Geats, he was handsome and strong
Eager to help, he crossed the sea in a long boat
Took a troop of his best warriors along.

‘Can we stay the night?
Give that fiend a fright!’
Music and laughter filled the night air
Until it reached Grendel…
Wide awake in his lair!

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