When your dreary dwellings fall,
when fears are in your sties,
I will mind yours walls.
I'll save your hides.

When wolves just huff
and threats of death abound,
like a brick home for troubled porkers,
I will save your sows.
Like a brick home for troubled porkers,
I will save your sows.

When you frown with doubt,
when you're wan with grief,
when evil stalks your yard,
I will come for you.
I'll save your lard.

When straw succumbs
and sticks are falling down,
like a brick home for troubled porkers,
I will save your sows.
Like a brick home for troubled porkers,
I will save your sows.

Foil that whiskered cur.
Boil his hide.
Your time has come to dine.
All your screams have gone away.
Wolf-chow tastes fine.

Whip your needless dread,
you wailing frightened swine.
Like a brick home for troubled porkers,
I will please your kind.
Like a brick home for troubled porkers,
I will please your kind.