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Oh, gather 'round, my friends, and lend an ear,

For I’ll sing you a tale of a Khajiit so queer.

His name was M’Iska, with fur like moonlight,

And a penchant for mischief, both day and night.

He’d dance on the rooftops, twirl in the rain,

With a sweetroll in one hand and a skooma-stained brain.

His tail would flicker, his whiskers would twitch,

As he sang silly songs to the moons out of pitch.

“Oh, M’Iska,” they’d say, “you’re a fool, it’s true,

But your antics bring laughter to all that you do.”

He’d juggle cheese wheels and balance on logs,

While the guards chased him down, shouting, “Khajiit, you dog!”

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His pockets were filled with shiny pebbles and such,

And he’d challenge the dragons to a game of hopscotch.

“Yol Toor Shul!” he’d cry, leaping through the flames,

Cheerfully dancing into the night with his tail a-blaze.