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We meet On a green Field This Day To

 

Determine whether the lawn darts

 

Thrown were those of theirs or

 

Those of our own.

 

But find them

 

We will, these

 

Filthpit

 

Moppits,

 

These

 

Scum

 

Sucking

 

Well

 

Wishers

 

Who

 

Don’t

 

Give a

 

Damn

 

If the

 

Eggs

 

Are

 

Cold

 

Or

 

If

 

The

 

Coffee

 

Is hot.

 

And yes,

 

They will

 

Rue the day,

 

Rue the Day!

 

That they

 

taught

 

this falcon

 

 how to fly!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This has been a public service denouncement

 

Presented by a man who thinks he can fly

 

His head held down to read the notes

 

He’d scribbled with his eyes

 

And while he spoke, these angry men,

 

Eight of them there were,

 

Played in a band built by the feet of

 

A dog who had seen better years.