"About 120 protesters outside Mullingar station Ming Flanagan, Maura Harrington, etc. Supporting McCabe. M" - Ex-Garda Commissioner Callinan
"You can judge a man by his friends" Brian Purcell - SG of Dept of Justice
"Some shower Brian" Callinan
Long time ago, a Wolf arrived
In a land nobody knew.
A place of beauty, peace and calm
With sea and skies so blue.
He looked around and saw his prize
He would take it, without doubt,
The pigs to whom the land belonged
Would concede without a shout.
The wolf looked at the little pigs
With evil in his eyes
"You will make a tasty meal for me,
This is a nice surprise!"
You are no match for me at all
You can't put up a fight.
You're small and weak, I'll blow you down
Oh, I will eat tonight.
So Wolfie, with his sneaky ways,
Moved in, all set to kill.
He licked his lips, he straightened up,
This surely was a thrill.
He smiled a beaming, toothy smile
And said, "I'll be your friend,
I'll help you every way I can
You'll see it in the end.
You are very small in number
And really not so strong
I am big and tough and wild
I'll protect you all along.
I'll build you nice new houses
I'll feed you all your lives,
You'll never want for anything
With me, you all will thrive."
But little pigs ain't foolish
They saw his beaming smile
And heard the old adage
"Beware the smiling crocodile"
They called their neighbour piggies
"Can you help us we're in trouble
We're under threat, we need you now!"
They came there on the double.
Wolfie woke next morning
With a lazy gaping yawn
His evil head was full of plans
Oh how he loved the dawn.
He'd crush their porky bodies
He'd snap them just like twigs.
"Who cares", he thought "It's no big deal,
They're only little pigs.
My forest friends support me
They're big boys just like me
The pigs? Inconsequential
Their trade name? Shell to Sea.
I have no fear of little pigs
They can all go to hell.
I will emerge triumphant
For my trade name is Shell
And so the battle started
The pigs in number grew.
The wolf became frustrated
Whatever could he do?
"I know", he said,"I'll fix them,
I'll teach them who is boss.
I'll take away their leaders
They won't survive the loss.
I'll get my friends to help me
To put those five away
It won't be fair, but then who cares?
If it helps me get my way."
Five piggies went to prison
At Wolfie's evil hands.
Their crime? They stood up for their rights
To save their precious land.
"That will sort them," Wolfie thought.
As he lay upon his bed,
"They'll fall apart now at the seams
Their campaign is good as dead".
But piggies never quit you know
Amazing little smashers
"We'll never quit, we won't give in
Until we become rashers!"
And on and on the story went
The leaders were released,
Did they give up then? you ask
Their struggle never ceased.
When Wolfie undertook this quest,
To overthrow and plunder
To maim and kill and put in fear
And pull them all asunder,
He thought 'twould be a piece of cake
These little pigs to tackle
He never dreamt in allhis days
'Twould cause this great debacle.
You ask me why I care so much
Is the cause to me so big?
"It is," I answer
"For I too, am one of the little pigs"