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O Leador! My Leador!

O Leador! my Leador! our Euro trip is done,
The truck has travel’d every map, the cargo left is none,
Two hours near, "helloe" I hear, Rhubarbians soyjack pointing,
While maros flow with many feels, even some rule 5 breaking;
But O sniff! sniff! sniff!
O the supachats of red,
Where on the stream the Leador cries,
"To the rhulag instead!"

O Leador! my Leador! rise up and see the Rhubucks;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the glory hails,
For you pints and rainbow supas—for you the Rhulag's a-crowding,
For you they call, the saluting mass, their loyal faces turning;
Here Leador! dear Greggora!
This hat atop your head!
*** It is some dream that with the change,
You’ve lost your ears instead.

My Leador does not answer, her lips are pale and still,
My bnuuy does not feel my arm, she has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Leador lies,
*** Fallen cold and dead.