[2017] 4891

 
In the year Forty Eight Ninety One    
Igbay Rotherbay disappeared  
Leaving behind everyone    
Alone, we were left on our own    
Burdened, every beast for itself    
    
In the following months    
---that's when they came---    
Maurauders without any name    
through fences never mended;    
so many innocent lives ended    
Literally a supermarket shelf    
   
Hiding as best as we could    
Running did no good whatsoever    
Under the blinded Eye In The Sky    
time came for us to do or die    
It was now or never---    
prospect of Anarchy forever    
a few brave souls chose to defy    
   
Fire!    
FIRE!    
 
Men, steady that pressurehose    
Wash back those Dingoes!    
   
If all else fails---    
stomp on their bushy tails!  
   
Use your bare hooves    
to beat back those Wolves!    
   
You may prowl and you may growl    
and rule the streets when darkness falls    
   
You may huff and you may puff    
but you'll never get inside these walls!    
   
Every day from Dusk to Dawn    
the bloody battle raged on    
In the year Forty Eight Ninety One    
   
Rotherbay, Igbay, the Man    
had simply gone away    
and the only thing to save the day?    
   
Ten tons of mean and lean bacon    
   
You may give it your best howl    
We'll never throw in the towel    
 
Fight you 'till our last breath    
to the death and then some    
   
You may huff and you may puff    
It will never be enough    
 
You may take our fowl    
but you'll never take our FREEEEEEEDOM!    
   
   
 
Luitenant Percival!    
   
Grunt, yessir!?!    
   
You may oink fire at will