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There once was a storm of great strife
Said Montvila, it threatens our life
With winds that will roar
And rains that will pour
We must prepare, there’s no time for a strife

There once were kids under fourteen
Shot down in a tragic scene
Four victims in all
Their futures did fall
Such sorrow where joy should have been

There once was a storm of great strife
Said Montvila, it threatens our life
With winds that will roar
And rains that will pour
We must prepare, there’s no time for a strife

In D.C., nationalists took flight,
Patriot Front, all masked in white,
Marching through Independence Day,
Divisive plans in their display,
Critics condemned their sight.

There once was a man named Doug Burgum
Who defended a club that was glum
Neo-fascist they were
To speak freely they sure
Exercise speech rights, he did implore

There once was a coach from Egypt
Who waved a flag without regret
After a win quite grand
With flag in hand
Showing support for Palestine, a safe bet

There once was a girl named Kelly,
Who found things to be a bit smelly,
She said, “It’s so on the nose,
In terms of attention, it glows,
Just so gauche, it’s making me jelly.”

There once was a man with great flair,
Who said “Communism? I don’t care!
To lose in midterms,
We must all be dimwits,
Foolish, stupid, and unprepared.”

The Declaration was signed with great praise
A historic and democratic blaze
It’s celebrated today
In numerous display
As we honor its revolutionary days

There once was a woman named Emily
Who made a strange claim so grimly
She smeared the Senate candidate
In a manner so irate
With allegations truly bizarre and timely