Posted on 05/05/2004 2:50:30 PM PDT by GaltMeister
Bravely bold Sir Kerry
Rode forth to VietNam.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Kerry.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Kerry.
He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Kerry.
His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his pen--
"That's... that's enough music for now lads, there's dirty work afoot."
Brave Sir Kerry ran away.
("No!")
Bravely ran away away.
("I didn't!")
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
("I never!")
Yes, brave Sir Kerry turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
("You're lying!")
Swiftly taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Kerry!
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