For we are the little folk -- we!
Too little to love or to hate
Leave us alone and you'll see
How we can bring down the state

Mistletoe killing an oak
Rats gnawing cables in two
Moths making holes in a cloak
How they must love what they do!
Yes -- and we little folk too
We are as busy as they
Working our words out of view
Watch, and you'll see it someday

No indeed! We are not strong
But we know of Peoples that are
Yes and we'll guide them along
To smash and destroy you in war
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves
But you -- you will die of the shame
And then we shall dance on your graves!

We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot at the root!
We are the taint in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!