And the dumper didth dump...
for forty days and forty nights, dumping didth the dumper,
and they were sore afraid, those of the bag..
and for those that cannot but pumpeth...
For they knew not what t'was in the heart
of the one that they did so despitheth,
Lo here, lo there...."LOW FOOKEN UVERYWHERE"
My brethen, my brother....my sister, my mother!
Where o' where hath my joy departed me?
What is thou delight and why doth it betwixteth me?
I shall yet praise him...
I shall yet adore and sing...
When he cometh whose shoes I am not worthy to wear
When he set forth amongst all nations
The saviour of our freedom, the Lord of plenty
And when....finally...DRK is seen in all lands
We shall all aRISE...with DRK in our hearts (and wallets)
We shall, we shall...overcome!