Ballad of the Hog Land

In days of old when knights were bold, Two heroes stood so grand, One with a goat, the other a hog, In search of Hog Land. They trekked through fields and climbed high hills, And crossed the deepest sea, With noble hearts and dauntless wills, To find the land so free. But in their path there lay a moat, A moat so deep and wide, The Stinker's Moat, with foulest reek, No crossing it with pride. The hero of the goat stood tall, With goat of purest white, The hero of the hog beside, Both ready for the fight But in their path there lay a moat, A moat so deep and wide, The Stinker's Moat, with foulest reek, No crossing it with pride. The hero of the goat stood tall, With goat of purest white, The hero of the hog beside, Both ready for the fight "We'll tread this moat," the goat-man said, "With courage, strength, and might." The hog-man nodded, firm and sure, "We’ll march through this foul blight." Through muck and mire, through sludge and slime, They waded, side by side, The goat-man led, the hog-man trailed, With beasts that never cried.