Oh the sector will sing of a Bretonian queen
A thousand years from now
And not because she passed some laws
Or had that lofty brow
Because bonny good Kusari men
and women fight a crusade
to rid of us of that tyrant who
wheels a great charade
Incredible as she is inept
Whenever the history books are kept
They'll call her the phony queen of Breton.
A pox on the phony queen of Breton!
She sits alone on a giant throne
Pretendin' she's the queen
A little tyke who's rather like
A puppet on a string
And she throws an angry tantrum
if she loses ground to us.
And then she calls for Mum;
the rich Libertonian bankers.
You see, she doesn't want to fuss.
Too late to be known as Carina the First
She's sure to be known as Carina the worst
A pox on that phony queen of Breton!
While she hunts us like vermin
And she robs us of our prey
The peoples confidence keeps slippin' down
and we get to stay.
Ah! But while there is a merry man
in our wily pack
We'll find a way to make her pay
And steal our money back
The minute before she knows we're there
Ol' Maniaco'll snatch her underwear
The breezy and uneasy queen of Breton
The snivellin' grovellin'
Measly weasely
Blabberin' jabberin'
Gibberin' jabberin'
Blunderin' plunderin'
Wheelin' dealin'
Ms. Carina, that phony queen of Breton
Yeah!
"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."
Gentlemen, Ladies, Girls and Boys, Behold:
The corsair elders rot with mold,
Who's children's feet walk bare,
Who couldn't trap a rabbit in their snare,
Concentrate your fleet,
Be ready when we meet,
We'd mention you'd tremble,
But you've nary a thimble,
Much less a pair of boots.
Alas, I fear, the point is moot,
And doubt your courage at the breach,
Wondering whether you've actions to back your speech.
You claim these acts,
To be set in great tracts,
Well, wait and listen close,
Or get beaten worse than most.
And lest you be a confused mess,
She's quite willing to loan an entire dress,
Rather than meet him so undignified.
The sheer lack of pride,
To send him hither decked in such thin a cord,
Oh, sorry, didn't realize that was all you could afford.
When calling yourself a nation,
'twould be wise to dress your leaders to their station.
Doug Crane appears on a screen coming from Arranmore
Boys, we got a new problem...Corsairs. To be specific, The Brotherhood, it seems they are almost ready to invade! I want you all at full strength. Arm those Greyhounds, Barghests, Werewolves, I am issuing a draft to all in Londonderry and Arranmore. If you can fly a ship, you are to report to the recruiting offices. We are hard pressed by the Colonials already, these Corsairs can easily crush us! I can't believe I am saying this but, we are siding with the Queen! If the Queen's boys need backup outside of Dublin you have my permission to assist if Dublin is not under a threat. The oncoming hoard will be devastating, but we will prevail! For gold, FOR FREEDOM!
A roar from the crowd was heard and someone shouted, "Time to spank those Corsairs boys!"
This private letter was sent to both the Elder and QCRF leader from Doug Crane.
"Sorry, I can't rhyme nor sing, and I won't embaras myself in front of my men."
And another to the QCRF leader.
"As I have said, you have my full support against the Corsairs when they attack. Cheerio!"
