Cretan 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.
Thieves in the night they came in fear -
large Sieves in our Borders
too late, they're here.
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