Tis a tale a bout far mer
E mong who worked all his life
gro wing cakes for Sir Pig who
ne ver worked but al ways had
a cake on his plate and who
had a son named Sir Pig let
who raped and killed their maid whose
name was Bi ning who ha ppened
to be the daugh ter of a
far mer who grows cakes for Sir
Pig whose name was E mong who
even tu ally died of hun ger.
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