The Charge of the Pig Brigade

A distant rumbling, a steady sounding beat,
The echoes of dozens of tiny cloved footed feet.
Closer and closer comes this deafening roar,
It’s the charge of the Sty, the Pig’s are at war!
First snorts, then squeals, now bellows of delight,
The Piglets versus the Fluvians, in a heck of a fight.
Fluvians to the left of them, and Fluvians to the right
Never have the pigs seen such a horrible sight.
But these Pigs are fearless, and their empty tummies ROAR,
And the Fluvians flee in panic – fear - and shear horror.
Chomping and chewing the Pigs mow them down,
Until on this battlefield there’s not a single sound.
The Pig’s are victorious, but little do they know,
A lone Wolf is watching, from a den far below.
These Pigs are impressive thinks this Wolf in his fear,
I better not cross them, if I hold my life dear.
So he slinks off to Belgium, there’s nothing he can do,
The Sty rules the world, the Wolf is “old news”.