Sunday, June 27, 2004
[1829 - English scientist James Smithson leaves endowment to found Smithsonian]
I Smell The Blood
Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he 'live, or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
I smell the blood of an American.
Be he alive, or be he dead,
I'll go on TV, and cut off his head.
Fie on you Terrorist Foe and Scum!
I smell the blood of a Radical Muslim.
Be he alive, or be he dead,
I'll put him in Prison, and give him no bed.
See you now how far we've come!
The rivers run blood from everyone.
We care not who is alive or dead,
The high ground belongs not to anyone.
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