Rome never looks where she treads
Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl
Her sentries pa** on--that is all
And we gather behind them in hordes
And plot to reconquer the Wall
With only our tongues for our swords
Chorus:
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 k**ing 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!
Chorus
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!
Chorus