A Pict Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBC DEDEFGHI JKJKKLKL MNMOPQPQ R

Rome never looks where she treadsA
Always her heavy hooves fallB
On our stomachs our hearts or our headsA
And Rome never heeds when we bawlB
Her sentries pass on that is allB
And we gather behind them in hordesC
And plot to reconquer the WallB
With only our tongues for our swordsC
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We are the Little Folk weD
Too little to love or to hateE
Leave us alone and you'll seeD
How we can drag down the StateE
We are the worm in the woodF
We are the rot at the rootG
We are the taint in the bloodH
We are the thorn in the footI
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Mistletoe killing an oakJ
Rats gnawing cables in twoK
Moths making holes in a cloakJ
How they must love what they doK
Yes and we Little Folk tooK
We are busy as theyL
Working our works out of viewK
Watch and you'll see it some dayL
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No indeed We are not strongM
But we know Peoples that areN
Yes and we'll guide them alongM
To smash and destroy you in WarO
We shall be slaves just the sameP
Yes we have always been slavesQ
But you you will die of the shameP
And then we shall dance on your gravesQ
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We are the Little Folk we etcR

Rudyard Kipling



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