08-12-2003, 09:36 PM
Rode forth from Harragoth
He was not afraid to die
No, not brave Sir Rhyddie
He was not in the least bit scared
To die from a one hit kill
Brave Brave Brave Brave
Sir Rhyddie
He was not afraid at all
To get bittne on his ear
Or to have a carrot jammed
Into both his nostrils
To face the foul buck teeth
And get hickeys right and left
While his mouth was filled with fur
Brave Sir Rhyddie
His liver chewed up
And tongue bit through
And his toenails chewed off
And his kneecaps too
And his left armpit
Chewed by a rab-bit --
That's enough music for now, I think.
He was not afraid to die
No, not brave Sir Rhyddie
He was not in the least bit scared
To die from a one hit kill
Brave Brave Brave Brave
Sir Rhyddie
He was not afraid at all
To get bittne on his ear
Or to have a carrot jammed
Into both his nostrils
To face the foul buck teeth
And get hickeys right and left
While his mouth was filled with fur
Brave Sir Rhyddie
His liver chewed up
And tongue bit through
And his toenails chewed off
And his kneecaps too
And his left armpit
Chewed by a rab-bit --
That's enough music for now, I think.
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete