.There's a pox upon Blackheath
and it isn't far beneath
Where three piggies choose to lie
Fly-blown piggies choose to cry
Every grabbing mother needs
To see how those piggies feed
Their heads buried in the trough
Forty percent was never enough
Piggie, piggie, pay me
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