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The Parade turned the corner united and strong,
Fifty soldiers marching to a marching song.
Their outfits shone vivid, Red White and Blue;
But as they marched, they shifted hue
From White and Blue to Black and Brown,
A long procession goose stepping into town.
They trod in line, Red Black and Brown,
But when they crossed that final bend,
They all turned into clowns.
We expected brown shirts to beat us black and red,
We waited for swords to slice us all to shreds,
We thought it all would happen, the world come tumbling down
But what we did not expect
Is that all of them are clowns.
Raise upon your masts a flag of Blue and White,
Raise your fists and gain a Crimson coating from the fight,
Throw yourself within the honking, embrace your sacred frowns,
Do not let yourself be beaten by a group of drunken clowns.