"Y'all go an' get back now ya hear..." Now, here's a tale born of strife Of how a town let pain and hunger thrive It was 5 months into a horrible drought And the town was starved and weak When a strange old man with a caravan Came to town to sell his treats YEE HAW! Oh, Come try these treats of meat Made daily fast and fresh Don't mind that rotten smell "Made only from the best..." Long we had lived on our fertile lands Now our town is a den of dust and sand For too long we've starved Our people have halved Long we'll strive till the evil leaves our land Darkness falls on hungry mouths The salesmen leaves the scene The townsfolk chow on cured meat A snack so dark and lean... None ponder where this food is from Despite the horrid drought Till someone sees their graves are robbed This meat is not from cow "What have we been feasting on?!?" For now we stand Arm in arm, Hand in hand! If we look inside ourselves We will rid our lands from the faces of evil. For too long we have starved and toiled, Today is the day we stand in triumph! "I brought you aid, when you were in pain?" Still our town is a den of dust and sand "Why do me in? What good will that bring?" Long we'll strive till the evil leaves our land "No!"