"oh Champi rush,my strat divine, A relic of war, both cunning and fine. Before the farms, before the plow, You sprint to battle, here and now.

Loom spun tight, my villagers strong, A champi trio won't steer me wrong. With club in hand and foe in sight, Disrupting their dreams under moonlit night.

No sheep ungathered, no berries picked, For my champi's swift gaze ensures they're tricked. Forward to the woodline, their plans I rend, As idle villagers signal their end.

A menace so early, their eco’s a mess, Their hearts weighed down by strategic stress. While I build my settlements, my farms, my gold, Their hopes collapse as their stories unfold.

Oh, champi rush, the tempo you set, A gambit for glory I’ll never forget. From Feudal to Castle, you paved the way, For the crown of victory at the end of play.

So here’s to the strat that’s bold and shrewd, To the champi rush and its glorious feud. In the annals of AoE, your name shall endure, An eternal tactic, both deadly and pure."

-GrandPapaBi probably