I tdon't ake credit for this masterpiece, but it's a joy.

[tracing_origins]

  I am a feral druid.

I’ve been asked to buff and asked to heal.
I’ve been chased through the skies and killed as a seal.

I’ve had a rogue ninja my gear.
I’ve been taken 100%-0% with multiple fears.

I’ve been relentlessly targeted for easy HK’s.
I’ve PvP’d before maim and mangle were our mainstays.

I’ve been buffed and enjoyed a month of pwnage in bear.
I’ve lied to warriors about my cost of repairs.

I’ve been “balanced” again and brought back to earth.
I’ve beaten an OP class and heard cries of nerf.

I’ve had nightmares with flashes of “out of range”
I’ve constantly had my gear interchanged.

I’ve been slowed and frozen and stunned and kited.
I’ve seen my big bear butt get torched and ignited.

I’ve fought a holy paladin to a 30 minute draw.
I’ve marveled at my cat form’s hanging slack-jaw.

I’ve spent several weeks grinding to find a blue trink.
I’ve been teased by non-druids when it’s been jokingly linked.

I’ve died underwater and I’ve died in the air.
I’ve died after a hunter threw down a flare.

I’ve had to work twice as hard for half of the pwn.
I’ve been to a warlock much less than a yawn.

I’ve run quite average in my arena rating.
I’ve seen my resto brethren ecstatic and elating.

I’ve been a raid dps joke but kept around for my buff.
I’ve been able to run away when I’d had enough.

I’ve cycloned and rooted and stealthed and popped.
I’ve even (*cough*) spammed moonfire non-stop.

I’ve done all this, and I’ve done it with pride.
I’ve embraced Tyrlind and Tisharra and Mynnahling as my druid guildies.

I am a feral druid.

Hear me RAWR.