Poems

Briddgerwalky

Here me my peers

'Twas frigid, and the filthy merchants
      Did lie and who's symbol is to rob:
All crazy are the brokers,
      And they maim the crops outside.

"Beware the Bridge, my peers!
      The bricks that crunch, the pipes that kill!
Beware the change of the bridge, and shun
      The fearsome Bridge builders!"

Me must take our fate in hand;
      Long time the man we fought—
So they rested led by dum dums are they
      And stood awhile without thought.

And, while in sell fish thought they stand,
       they came, with eyes of flame,
Came defiling our precious island's order,
      for they are to blame!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
      we must fight back!
If we let it spread, then our beachhead
      they will be cutting back.

"And if we slay the bridge?
      No more call to arms, we can see the sun beams!
O Joyous day! Yahoo! Hooray!"
      Those who fought will be rewarded.

'For our village, will prosper again
      We will have bonfires in the caves:
And whimsy will roses be,
      And the homes of trout lake will have fields again.