Oh what can ail thee little pig
All pink and shivering
When lockdown’s coming on the land
A fearsome thing
Oh what can ail thee little pig
A’singing a sad tune
When night has fallen on the wood
But there’s no moon
I see a nightcap on your head
And bedsocks on your toes
And yet you stand beneath the moon
And wrinkle your small nose
I had a dream that woke my eyes
About a fairy child
And out I came to look for him
But he was wild
I thought to walk with him a while
And hear his eldritch song
But when I came out to the night
I found him gone
Oh come within now little pig
Don’t hesitate at all
Come home now lest the merciless elf
Thee take in thrall
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