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- Mushing The State
- Rest assured, for we ensure that everything is fine-
- It's a thing that we must bring to you to underline,
- the seats are full, the gang's all here, there is no need to fret!
- Do you believe? What, we-deceive? Have we bamboozled yet?
- A family we mean to be, for in my burly arms I hold
- patriarchal strength to grasp the length of every young and old
- in sweet and soft connubial bliss, with vibrant zeal and pep
- go rank in rank and hand in hand in matching, locking step.
- Belie the evil tongue that spurns, the comment chafes, the syntax burns!
- For who, like me, with eagled breast, uplifted in Old Glory's turns
- has done so much, has wept so true, in duty served myself to you
- that you may soft, recumbent rest in virtual fields of golden dew?
- All tongues are heard, no ear is deaf to wailing cries and woes
- save those that we unpleasant deem, harsh though it is, that's how it goes!
- Democracy we mean to be, and in that truth's shade I might note
- that man and vote essential be-I am the man, I have the vote.
- Dissent that's spent in discontent, in dissonant and grievious bent
- we'll not allow in shape or form to violate the group content-
- And thus to close I say to you: l'etat c'est moi, there is no use
- for such a row to light the fuse- juts bow your heads, Le Roi s'amuse.
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