the fearless warrior god
swooping down from on high to protect the weak and the innocent
Stanley
Tweedle is a god,
a warrior and a gent.
We are not fit to suck his feet
or dine on his excrement.
At night we croon,
by the light of the moon,
Of his courage and his creed,
May he go where he goes,
all over he goes,
Long live the Tweedle seed.
Stanley, Stanley, top of the hero class;
Stanley, Stanley, we live to kiss his ass!
