Dînadan:
Beware the Skaven my Son,
Hither they come, clawing and gnawing,
Thrashing and gnashing, biting and fighting.
Hither they scamper and tramper,
Blades bare and faces unfair.
Beware the Skaven my Son,
Hither they come, teeming and seething,
Crashing and smashing, lashing and slashing.
Hither they charge and barge,
Red eyes gleaming and sharp teeth sheening.
Beware the Skaven my Son,
Hither they come, for thee.
-Chaos Dwarf Nursery Rhyme.