On fields of green where rugby's played, A vigilant man walks unafraid. With sharp eyes scanning, step by step, Denz guards the turf, his vow well kept. No dog shall foul this sacred ground, Where the Amman charge and cheers resound. "Bag it or leave!" his firm decree, For a cleaner pitch is his guarantee. Through rain or shine, he roams the land, A hero armed with phone in hand. Denz patrols, a legend true, For fields pristine, and his language blue.