"I will sing my national song as my habitat burns and whole species become extinct; I will sing it as gargantuan boiling waves flecked with rubble and major public buildings pursue me through the streets. I will sing it as I light a pyre of garbage to warn my fellow survivors that our enemies the Crabmen have begun their final sideways march out of the sea. I will sing my national song in a rich baritone in one of humankinds final mountaintop redoubts. Even when there is none left to hear but the carrion birds that circle me daily, I will sing."
And that's before Frankie had heard about the pig's heid...