INCLUSIVE ERITION, 1885-1918 615
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. 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 busy as they Working our works out of view
Watch, and you'll see it some day!
No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are. Yes, and we'll 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!
We are the Little Folk, we, etc.