Julius Caesar Ate My Beaver
Julius Caesar Ate My Beaver
(A Legionaire's Lament)
By Roy Merritt
Julius Caesar ate my beaver
After travelin’ through our camp
He came over one dark evening
Carrying a beaver lamp
And he snatched him up and took him off
And I heard later in time
He sat down at his dinner table
And on my beaver dined
And it cut me through and through
Yeah it cut me to the bone
And that’s why I’m sittin’ here
And ah singin' this sad song
And it's hard gettin’ over the sorrow
I ain’t got over it yet
And that son of a gun Julius Caesar
He owed me a big fat debt
So I got in touch with Cassius
And Brutus his good friend
And we all conspired together
To do that pushy Caesar in
And come the Ides March
In the Senate we soon met
We cornered that son of gun
And got him for killin’ my pet
We all plunged in our daggers
And Brutus was particularly calm
And it shocked old Julius Caesar
Cos’ he’d been sleepin’ with him mom
Now Cassius though lean and hungry
He wasted no time at all
He was one of our ring leaders
Intent to make Julius fall
Politics don’t you know
Was what motivated all them
But as far as me when he ate my beaver
It was like eatin’ my kin
I did it for revenge,
Revenge from me it poured
And unlike my co-conspirators
I fell not on my sword
Copyright © Roy Merritt | Year Posted 2016
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