Through day and night, fools! We unite.
Oh, how we fight! Oh, how we fight!
To claim our every right,
Before the end of the night.
The cold, frosty, it bites
As we prepare our victory kites,
Fireworks, lamps and lights,
To brighten the coming nights.
We pity our enemy’s plight
We pity them with every sight
For today, after the break of twilight
Our faces will smile wide and bright
And exult in unending delight!
Our joyous union will be a sight
That will please any knave or knight
And surely anyone it will excite.
For we would have seen the rival’s flight
And laughed and laughed with all our might
And we’ll roll on the floor before we’re all right
And leave a legend for others to write
Since in war there’s no need to be polite
And your job is to go any height
To scare your foe completely ghost-white
Before you finally get rid of him and say, “Good Night!”
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