A poem from The Sword to Unite, sung by the elf, Eadwine
Oh the farmer had a pig
A hog so fat and full
It snorted and twiddled
While the farmer sat and whittled
And the pig did laugh and the pig did jest
For it knew not why the farmer whittled
While he did twiddle
Then came the day
When the farmer had whittled
A spit for the pig
That the pork did no longer twiddle
Rather did it sizzle!
The Sword to Unite 