Words adapted from Rudyard Kipling
Rome never heeds where she treads.
Always her heavy hooves fall
on our stomaches, our hearts, and our heads.
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on that is all.
And we gather behind them in hordes
and plot to reconquer the Wall
with only our tongues for our swords.
We are the Little Folk We!
Too little to love or to hate.
But leave us alone and you'll see
How we can drag down the State!
We are the worm in the wood.
We are the rot at the root.
We are the taint in the blood.
We are the thorn in the foot.
Mistletoe killing an oak.
Rats gnawing cables in two.
Moths making holes in a cloak.
How they must love what they do!
Yes! and we Little Folk too!
We are as busy as they
working our works out of view.
Watch and you'll see us some day!
No indeed! We are not strong.
But we know peoples that are,
and yes, we will guide them along
to smash and destroy you in war!
We shall be slaves just the same.
Yes, we have always been slaves.
But you-you will die of the shame
and then we shall dance on your graves!