||[May. 26th, 2015|01:31 pm]
The fattened pigs of Cockayne
Are meek as little mice.
Knives are tied to each one's side
So diners can cut a slice.
But round the neck of St Antony's pig
Is a silver bell on a rope
So the devils can hear when his master's near
With his terrible crozier and cope.