Hey Rube...

Foul is thy sight tonight,

Under the weighted yellow flag that

Catcalls and jeering quickly cause,

Killing the drive and lingering hope,

My eyes cannot endure,

I must give it up, but yet I

Cannot abandon my hope,

Here tonight, instead

I say,

Gag away on the blubber he speaketh you maize encrusted fool,

And bow down to your Khaki god who shall fall to nuts yet again, for

No rainstorm tonight or fumbled punt shall curse you.

Bumblee Garnder - By Kevin Knight