The sense, the incense, the nonsense, the insistence

Incredulous mewling aloud to the waves

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Boldly I fear, oh so boldly I stride,

For I dare to be frightened! I shan't be denied!

There are others who cower but meet with bad ends;

There are mothers with power, het up with a lens,

But the timid who bluster are rare, dear my friends.

I will strike when I'm most terrified!

Can you see me, Jerome, getting up in his face?

Can you picture my sword swinging any old place?

Well this trifler's a bigot, from ev'ry direction

He has brought all his cronies, a slimy selection

Of haters. Hey, come on, I will gouge his mid-section

Smite the pig with a poke, for he's such a disgrace

Hemmy ho, to the whitebeard, the raven, the lye

Hemmy ho! Strike the backboard; on the blackboard we'll fly

When we stand arm in arm he cannot do us harm

Come along, worthy friends, you and I!