My teeth I gnash
and clash
against the foe.
I swear even a bear I don’t fear.
With an object in my mind,
I dash, not looking behind.
With my stout snout I dig up a yam
by the side of a dam.
I leap before I look,
jumping over a brook.
I don’t care even if my enemy’s build is large.
Baring my tusks sharp, I charge.
With the jet of my fart
I dart.