the words of Good omens

Nursery rhymes for a warlock,

“oh, the grand old Duke of York,
he had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And crushed all nations of the world and brought them
under the rule of Satan our master”

and

“this little piggy went to market
this little piggy stayed at home
this little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh
this little piggy violated virgins
And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top”

and…sleep!