The Song of Larry Leggs

In our ongoing Warhammer FRP campaign, we have a mythical Bogtopus known as Larry Leggs (called that by the locals), which exists in the Schadensumpf swamp west of Middenheim. This creature has existed for a very long time, preying on creatures and beasts of the swamp, and occasionally roaming out for other sources of food. The locals, aware of its danger, keep the creature “fed” by leaving criminals for the beast at the eastern edge of the swamp. As a result of its age, and various unnatural influences, Larry has grown and advanced to enormous size, and nearly impossible abilities, and is a true legendary creature.

Larry is also a completely made up and home-grown creature, which does not exist in the official Warhammer setting, or the Enemy Within campaign (or does he…?)

Recently, with the assistance of some generative AI, I asked “what would the local folksong about Larry be?” In other words, what do the kids sing about, or the parents warn the children about. And rather impressively, I was granted the following. I can imagine the kids singing this to themselves while playing, or walking thru the forest, especially in a Warhammer world:

Sung to the tune of “Jingle Bells”

(Verse 1)
Splashing through the bog,
In the murky, muddy green,
Through the swamp we slog,
Where Larry’s often seen.
Tentacles so long,
Creeping through the night,
Oh what fun it is to see,
The bog-tupus in sight!

(Chorus)
Larry Leggs, Larry Leggs,
Creeping all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run,
When Larry comes to play, hey!
Larry Leggs, Larry Leggs,
Creeping all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run,
When Larry comes to play!

(Verse 2)
In the Schadensumpf,
Larry makes his home,
Through the reeds and stumps,
He’s free to roam and roam.
If you hear a splash,
And see a shadow loom,
Better hurry, don’t be rash,
Or face a swampy doom!

(Chorus)
Larry Leggs, Larry Leggs,
Creeping all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run,
When Larry comes to play, hey!
Larry Leggs, Larry Leggs,
Creeping all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run,
When Larry comes to play!

(Bridge)
With his eight long legs,
He moves without a sound,
In the muck and dregs,
He’s always slinking ’round.
Beware the bubbling mire,
When you’re walking late,
Larry’s creeping close behind,
It’s time to change your fate!

(Chorus)
Larry Leggs, Larry Leggs,
Creeping all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run,
When Larry comes to play, hey!
Larry Leggs, Larry Leggs,
Creeping all the way,
Oh what fun it is to run,
When Larry comes to play!