Didn’t we fight this war before?
Same
foe, same show as just a few short years ago.
Guess
we didn’t get the point across;
They
failed to learn their lesson.
Don’t
scoff. Hands off!
Or
you’ll get caught in the undertow.
Time
to launch our secret weapon,
Though
secret may not be the word.
Ol’
Hick’ry fit the Injun Wars,
Took
the fearsome band to task.
No
compromise, no questions asked,
This
raging, sullen thunderbird.
So,
off we march to New Orleans,
This
ragtag, squirrel-gun toting troop,
To
face the finest, fittest force
His
Majesty can muster,
To
put an end, once and for all,
This
brash attempt at foreign rule,
To
firmly quash the British might
And
all its Parliamentary bluster.
But
Old Hickory took it all in stride.
He
led, he fought, he won.
And
every mother’s child reveres
The
newborn nation’s favorite son.
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