The minds of thee are so easy to bend
List’ning to absurd orders without say
Such creatures can’t tell if I’m foe or friend
When I shall fall, I’ll never see the day
For with an iron fist I’ll always rule
As a boar with a plan so they shan’t see
That none are really much more than a fool
Even though they’re all the servants of me
The windmill distracted them like the plan
So I could saunter in and turn the tide
Now they’re my hooves, especially the man
Frozen in fear when rebellions died
For I’d rather work with humans, it’s true
Than suffer in hell with the lot of you
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