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!