Sometimes we don’t mean it,
Even when in your face we spit
We expect you to take it as fun
Just because you’re our fan
But you misconstrued it as pun.
And so here we go,
With morales and morals
Coming to host the show
Brown in view, but hearts whitened as snow
Soldiers anew, but mere mortals.
We are not brutes,
Neither do we lick boots.
Give us the peace we command
And keep the freedom you demand
Fear not, forget your worries
For our guns are filled with toffees.
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