Fallen prince of a paradise long lost,
Red hair grown wild over once freckled cheeks,
Over the heat of summer lays a frost,
The boys advanced like birds; all claws and beaks.
Chief of a tribe of ramshackle wolf cubs,
Wandering along sandy beaches and not streets,
Hands that trembled once in fear hit like clubs.
Innocent boys now degenerate freaks.
Embodiment of pride; the devils sin.
Spearing a pig with a face painted red,
King of Castle Rock, frees his evil twin,
The Savage screams as Piggy falls down dead
All in all its just a little boys game,
Out on the island that drove them insane