The song the Beer Fairie sang to the young pig, while
she was haunting the body of the old donkey

Christmas comes, the farm is silent
The kids are smiling, they don't seem violent
But they'll eat your ears and skin
They will chew your fresh butt thin

Why they gave you the rotten leek honey?
Why they fed you with the rotten bonny bunny?
Was it of love? Of love for your guts?
They will fill them with your boiled nuts

Christmas... the time of the massacre great
Time for love and time for hate
The worst period under our humble dome
The fear lurks in our hatred home

The master...
Our lord...
Our mother that pulls the cord
Showing his love so he even believes it
Then, merciless cut us in small bits

The tears that flow from you are like a gum
He will divide and add and sum
And the lovely eyes once so bright and shiny
Will become just nails so tiny

The master comes, with bloody rag
With love on the face and knife behind back
He walks to the dumb fucking duck
It seems like she's out of brain and luck

"HELLO MASTER, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU
I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR ALL THOSE THINGS YOU DO
THAT YOU FEED ME THAT YOU LOVE ME
AND YOU WANT NOTHING IN RETURN FROM ME!"

With pathetic hit he cuts ducks leg away
"Oh, fuck, you asshole, calm you stay!"
Another life sacrificed for the few
The few that will lick duck stew

The few blind... the few lost... the few too many
The few with brains smaller than a silver penny
Are you happy? Are you sad?
Thanking God for the plan you had...

Eating spinach, showing joy
"Oh, grow fat, my dear juicy boy"
"Growing fat? Hah, yeah, believe it
I'll give it back, for you to eat it"

In your stomach he's the moss
In your head he causes loss
Right behind the next turn
You'll puke, like your stomach burns

Waking up while it's still dark
Running silent, listening to Snoopy's bark
Feeling lonely, but burning fat
The fucking master will never be glad

Making pushups, growing strong
Not growing fat, but growing long
The master curses and eats the ducks
And if he wants pork, he'll waste few bucks

And if one day the death comes to you
Make a death wish, not one, but two
And ask that in the masters next life
He'll be a pig in pigfarm, together with his wife


  P.S. The Beer Fairie was in bad mood, because she
lost an arguement with the Tea Fairie