Druid Revolution
Will the Druid Revolution turn out better than the One Big Union? Maybe, maybe not. Fellow workers, the Little Red Songbook is imitated, below.
Ah! Those days of yore. Back during those days of yore the great Kings of those times might dispense largesse to the people right before an important holiday. Yepper. A great King, like Pwyll, Prince of Dyfed, for example, might hold a parade. Then, parading through the city, King Pwyll tossed spare change or biscuits to his subjects. Once, King Pwyll even gave piglets away to the head of every household in the kingdom. Those were happy times.
Which would you rather have, spare change, biscuit and piglet, or a loose Scooter? Hark! Many cry out, I am plenty happy with a loose Scooter. Thank you Kinglet for my loose Scooter. My loose Scooter fits in nicely with my Way of Life or Lifestyle.
Yet many also cry out, where’s my piglet? Where’s my sow’s ear? Where’s my cloven hoof? Where’s my piglet’s poke, bladder, chitlins? Where is the just piglet I so crave?
Those of US disappointed with a loose Scooter take heart. Take up the glad cry, the Putin got a Sedgeway! What the dang heck is a Sedgeway, anyway? Is Sedgeway some kind of loose Scooter too? Or is it a path or avenue, with mythical sedges growing thereon, like in Sedgeway the new development, or Sedgeway the street in the new development.
Hark! The Ovates Ovate! Render US! Render US, Great Goddess!!!!
The Druid Revolution Song!!!!
Oink!
When the Druid Revolution Comes Snortin’ and Rootin’ along, along
The Kinglets and their cronies and all the other phonies, won’t have long, not long
Root out, root out you wayward swine, those lies, those lies, that swill your minds
Eat less, eat less, you’ll still be fine, give, something, back to the Goddess.
Oink!
When the Druid Revolution Comes Snortin’ and Rootin’ along, along.
All the liars and gluttons shall be eaten and forgotten before too long.
Lift up, lift up your porky snouts, snort, snort, just snort, and let it out.
Glad snorts, are what life’s all about, give up, a snort for the Goddess.
Oink!
When the Druid Revolution Comes Snortin’ and Rootin’ along, along.
All the oinkin’ in the parlor shall be heard by the Goddess as one sweet song.
Goodness! My pigs are swell today, Goodness! Not one has gone astray.
Goodness! Declare a holiday. Here’s, some,acorns for everyone.
Oink!
Ah! Those days of yore. Back during those days of yore the great Kings of those times might dispense largesse to the people right before an important holiday. Yepper. A great King, like Pwyll, Prince of Dyfed, for example, might hold a parade. Then, parading through the city, King Pwyll tossed spare change or biscuits to his subjects. Once, King Pwyll even gave piglets away to the head of every household in the kingdom. Those were happy times.
Which would you rather have, spare change, biscuit and piglet, or a loose Scooter? Hark! Many cry out, I am plenty happy with a loose Scooter. Thank you Kinglet for my loose Scooter. My loose Scooter fits in nicely with my Way of Life or Lifestyle.
Yet many also cry out, where’s my piglet? Where’s my sow’s ear? Where’s my cloven hoof? Where’s my piglet’s poke, bladder, chitlins? Where is the just piglet I so crave?
Those of US disappointed with a loose Scooter take heart. Take up the glad cry, the Putin got a Sedgeway! What the dang heck is a Sedgeway, anyway? Is Sedgeway some kind of loose Scooter too? Or is it a path or avenue, with mythical sedges growing thereon, like in Sedgeway the new development, or Sedgeway the street in the new development.
Hark! The Ovates Ovate! Render US! Render US, Great Goddess!!!!
The Druid Revolution Song!!!!
Oink!
When the Druid Revolution Comes Snortin’ and Rootin’ along, along
The Kinglets and their cronies and all the other phonies, won’t have long, not long
Root out, root out you wayward swine, those lies, those lies, that swill your minds
Eat less, eat less, you’ll still be fine, give, something, back to the Goddess.
Oink!
When the Druid Revolution Comes Snortin’ and Rootin’ along, along.
All the liars and gluttons shall be eaten and forgotten before too long.
Lift up, lift up your porky snouts, snort, snort, just snort, and let it out.
Glad snorts, are what life’s all about, give up, a snort for the Goddess.
Oink!
When the Druid Revolution Comes Snortin’ and Rootin’ along, along.
All the oinkin’ in the parlor shall be heard by the Goddess as one sweet song.
Goodness! My pigs are swell today, Goodness! Not one has gone astray.
Goodness! Declare a holiday. Here’s, some,acorns for everyone.
Oink!
posted by ray pistrum at Wednesday, July 04, 2007
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