General Opal
Opal was a fine young woman,
Woke up with the sun,
Everywhere she walked were rainbows,
So, she held a gun.
She was tall and she was strict,
And we did all that she said--
Not because we feared her--
But feared that’d make us rebels, instead.
She was free and she was brave,
And she fought for liberty;
Strapping on her rebel boots,
“Are you ready?” She asked me.
She marched down at Times Square,
All alone-- “...Wait, where--?”
As she carried through,
Oxisol raised his dark revolver,
And shot Opal at 5th avenue.
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