text: Guyute was the ugly pig
  Who walked on me and danced a jig
  That he had learned when he was six
  Then stopped and did some other tricks
  Like pulling weapons from his coat
  And holding them against my throat
  He lectured me in a language strange
  Then scampered quickly out of range
  I’m bouncing like a new born elf
  I can’t believe inside myself
  Guyute glances in my eyes
  And manages to hypnotize
  Me as I sleep the sleep of death
  He sucks from me my only breath
  That I had breathed since I was ten
  I hope this happens once again