There are more of us than there are of them
Said the cockrel to the hen
All they do is feed us corn
Let's overthrow the under lords
Yes they have bombs and military force
They'd kill us all with no remorse
BUT if we organize ourselves
We could easily send those rats to hell
The hen agreed it is time for change
To beat the rats at their own game
And knew thru revolution came
Evolution to higher plains
They quietly gathered from near and far
The tired, the exhausted the strong of heart
Then hunted that damn eagle down
And Slit the throat of the orange clown
There was no blood, no guts or brain
The clown was a shell of age and decay
He lay looking old and worn
A sack of flesh no one will mourn
Turned out the clown was just a front
A Muppet no more than a stunt
The real villains are maligni spiritus
They don't care about me they don't care about us
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