I heard they’re bringing knives and guns,
So we should bring much larger ones,
We’ll have more ammo, round for round,
And by dawn claim the higher ground.
We’ll keep the bad guy in our sights,
Our weapons will defend our rights.
They’ll bring a squad, us a battalion:
We’re an Armada; they’re a galleon.
Oh, I don’t see why we should wait:
They’re full of fear and full of hate.
“We’ll cause a problem” they have said;
I vote we snatch them from their bed.
They aren’t the types we need no more,
And they think thoughts that we deplore;
It surely must be self-defense
To round up fans of Trump and Pence.