Pooh has been hanging with the wrong crowd, of late. It is suspected that he has been partaking of exotic and smokable honey- real good shit. Poor piglet is being lured to the local abattoir where he will be enslaved and forced to work 14 hours a day making designer goods for decadent Westerners or flensing the corpses of his fellow porcines. I leave my good readers to be the judge. NB: these activities are not mutually exclusive.
As for the sentiment, it can't be faulted. Perhaps a mention of mounds of your fallen enemy's skulls could add lustre. Arse.