WAR: South vs. Churchill

Written especially for David by Kaari and Kaylee


You cannot fax, man
Unless you are axe-man
Like me
You see
(or unless your name’s kelsey)

You, you are lance-er
Just a silly dance-er
We axe-man
We fine, man

We axe-man,
We hot
You lance-er
You not

We fine,
You are like pine (from a tree)
You fall (from a tree)
We laugh HEEHEEHEE

You may have Luke,
But that’s a fluke,
He’s a kook!

We, we got de best
You may be on the west
But we,
We got the hippie fest!

If our name were Dave,
No one would wave
They’d be embarrassed
It’s worse than going to Marist!

You may be fun,
But we got a ton (more people)

You got a dome,
But we got a home
You, you got nuttin’
‘cept maybe a plate of muttin

You got grits,
We got wits.
You stole Dylan,
You a villain.
We still got A-Slam
And dat is a WHAM! (in de face)

We got de windows
To let in the light
You, you like a prison
Where everyone fight
Maybe you like a construction site
(you need a lot of help)

We axe-man
We Asian
You poor wittle white boy,
You Caucasian!
We axe-man,
We different (in a good way),
You lance-er,
You not.
(in a bad way)

You eat bean,
We eat rice.
You be mean,
We be nice! (and this wittle poem goes to prove it!)

You wittle
We big
You eat skittle
We eat pig. Yumm…bacon.

Sometimes you okay,
Dat’s why we like you anyway.
Together, we still have fun,
In de sun
Without a gun
Bummer.

Anyway, happy summer!