On the verdant fields where rugby's song is sung, There walks a man with a purpose unsung. His vigilant gaze pierces the air, Denz guards the turf with utmost care. No blade of grass shall meet its demise, Under his watchful, unwavering eyes. Clean up after your four legged friend, Or face the wrath of Denz, the turf's faithful warden. Through stormy clouds and the blazing sun, He roams the fields, his duty never done. A true hero in every sense, Keeping the sacred grounds in perfect...