Crawford Clown
The Cretan Clown from Crawford came - chosen for greatness, age-old name.
Skull and bones adorned his frame, chosen for greatness, age-old name.
Borders did they eliminate - thus they sealed our Country's Fate.
It all began long ago - Unsuspected, they that know.
In they flowed from Southern points - Western, Eastern, Northern too.
Like Thieves in the night they came in fear -
large Sieves in our Borders - too late - they're here.
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