The Tau Empire

The lonely footman of the Tau empire,
they are, of course, the warriors of fire,
the kroot carnivore is slow to tire,
he and his men are for hire.

Following them, the tanks of gold,
not too young and not too old,
if one of them is likely to fold,
they are dropped out into the cold.

The pirhana, sleek and true,
bought by me, with some glue,
I'd rather catch the flu,
than give my Pirhana to you.

The majesty of the Manta ship,
makes men go numb at the hip,
while the shots the opposers nip,
they do nothing more than tip.

Of Commander Shadowsun no sun can see,
for his shadow falls over me,
while others may flee,
he stays mightily.

And finally the Sky-Ray,
sends it's missiles out to play,
they dare not disobey,
the mighty Sky-Ray.

So dare not insult the Tau empire,
with tanks and mantas and warriors of fire,
for if you do, one day you will hire,
men who protect you from danger dire.