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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 follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O sniff! sniff! sniff!
O the supachats of red,
Where on the stream the Leador tries,
making 3 and dead.

O Leador! my Leador! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you pints and rainbow supas—for you the Rhulags a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Leador! dear Greggora!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

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.