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...