Come my lads, come kneel upon this very earth,
where God gave us blessed birth!.
Come and kneel with me, let us ask that same God
that our lives be spared; our bodies not adorn this sod!.
Be firm my brave friends let not today taunt your brave hearts!.
Remember glory goes to those who trust in higher parts!.
Oh God, today we thy sons place ourselves into thy keeping,
let our faith in thee be that of lions, 'tis victory we are seeking!.
Come my lads hold your banners high, and let honor be a brave mans cry!.
Epilogue!.
An eye witness to the battle said that never in all her days had such a battle raged!. The poor Crossing Guards stood no chance against the ferocious kindergarten children!. They came at the brave men swinging their lunch boxes, beating, beating and beating without mercy!.
Two brave men had their Stop Signs broken, Oh those poor, poor men it was!.!.!.
This is the last poem until I return from New Zealand!.
RobertWww@QuestionHome@Com