In the kitchen garden, behind the farm
Was a secret treasure hidden from their sight
There stood the leeks, all two feet tall
Majestic and grim, they pierced the night
So a swine sneaked out of the farm,
Wandering beneath the burning night
Reaching the garden, he stole some leeks,
Trampling the bejeweled slugs
- anyway they would die !
The farmer's baby will be baptized,
Impaled on the leeks of doom !
Here's the device of their demise,
The winged hog is coming soon !
Through the blood of sacrifice
We celebrate the crimson moon !
For the horned pig will rise
To uphold his reign of gloom !
Walking back into the battle
Raging in the middle of the farmyard
He'd crush the rabbits with this sceptre of doom
And take on the barns...
