Like it was tiger man, but not quite,
Because when you broke it down to numbers
There were more parts pig than any others.
And the pointy teeth were very pointed.
And so the beast king, thus anointed.
The village fled
The pillaged bled
And there along the side of hill
To run for life
The rush of thrill
The beast will ****
And blood will spill
Until his fill.
Until his fill.

Grass conquered the earth,
but even it suffers grave losses.