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A hot square contest torches the squat note
Snot at croquet, she toasts, "Conquer the Cotton Squash Tree"
An Etch soars to Art, torn cheques to toss Cartoons, the Quest
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--Awtter
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The magpies, watching
Blossoms scattered on scarred field:
Brotherhood of spies. |
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God Bless The Cotton Squares
In the town of Menlo Park our flag flies true and free;
And when the morning comes I know who gave us liberty.
Freedom's price is never small; there's always blood to pay;
Without our soldiers holding fast we'd not be free today.
When patriots talk of battles won their name comes to my mind:
Those steadfast warriors on the field with virtues so refined.
They marched to vict'ry, heads held high, with ne'er a thought of gain;
To honor heroes of our time I sing this proud refrain.
God bless The Cotton Squares: your light will never pale!
With mighty angels on our side how can we ever fail?
God bless The Cotton Squares: your star shines clear and bright!
Your mighty courage led the way and gave us strength to fight.
When those heroes saw the field their hearts were beating fast;
Against a foe so great in size their line could never last.
The evil tide came crashing down, though many men they slew;
Never have so many been repelled by troops so few.
But in the end, supplies ran low; they could not carry on;
They fought to hold army back until their strength was gone.
Though finally the war was won, it came with heavy cost:
Although our forces took the day, we're less for what we lost.
God bless The Cotton Squares: you gave us liberty;
An everlasting honor guard in heaven waits for thee.
God bless The Cotton Squares: your legend ne'er will fade;
Our country's sons will always know the courage you displayed.
God bless The Cotton Squares: a valiant, mighty band;
We see the far horizon for on shoulders great we stand.
Although you've passed from earthly lands, with no more mortal cares,
Our hopes and prayers still go to thee: God bless The Cotton Squares!
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--Anon.
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A cricket, chirping,
Deafened by electric song.
I hear Cotton Squares. |
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