The ground is badly trampled, as must happen when the piggies run.
The flowers and the vegetables are gone. So many cherished
Structures fell, their walls now flat, their timbers splintered. Knots
Of people stare in sorrow. "Look at what those pigs have done,"
But it's too soon to try to tally all the damage they will do, as they
Run on and more is ruined. We who haven't strength to stop them
Need to salvage what we can and wait. In time, the beasts are
Doomed to bring destruction to themselves.