The Tide Was Coming In

The tide was coming in,
the time,
had come,
to assemble:
liluns, biguns.

We were happy,
What happened?
People started getting frightened.

I am chief,
I was chosen.

We've got to talk,
there's nothing in it,
the declining sun,
wind created,
by breath,
on his face.

If there's a beast,
we'll close in and
beat and beat and beat--!"

It's just nightmare,
it's just a dream.

Shut up!
Sit down,
Sod you;

Save us,
the sissies.
The chior,
the chorus,
The hunters,
the bloody pig, oink!
Piggy the fattie.

I am chief,
I was chosen,
he cried,
a pain;

in his stomach.