Strange things are done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for crab.
The arctic seas make a glib tongue freeze
Despite the gift of gab.
The Northern Lights have seen strange sights
But the strangest they ever did see
Was that night on the couch with a Hot Pockets pouch
I turned on Discovery.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)