And the swamp was a desolate, treeless bog Useless rat hole in the back of beyond One day came a tractor along came a greed man To start the draining, to tear the turf out of its bed
Splash, splash, splash went the bog Crash, crash, crash went the rig
Crossing the swamp there was a tuft he had to cross And beneath the turf mat there was a home of an ugly troll So woke up the Swamplord who was the guardian of the bog horror over the man as he heard the sound of a rumbling voice
Who's that wading on my swamp?
Swampwar the time has come to stop the deprivation Swampwar we have to accept instead of domination Swampwar the time has come to stop the deprivation Swampwar we have to accept instead of domination
Hahaa Now I'm going to gobble you up! Snip, snap, snout! This tale is told out
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