TENTATIVE NATIONAL ANTHEM OF BERMUDA
by Williem Mactingle
Oh, say, can you see
By the dawn's bloody light
All those weird objects
All those unsettling machines
That populate our air space?
Our benighted, lonely nation
Is indeed a strange place
When they first came we resisted
But now we've learned how to live together
We share the same streets at night
They lurk in our shadows at night
And we no longer repel them with mace
Our benighted, lonely nation
Is indeed a strange place
Even so, sometimes they come in pairs
Hold one of us with their claws and take us away
And we disappear in the streets
And in the morning they find on the streets
A tract of our intestines and the skin of our face
Our benighted, lonely nation
Is indeed a strange place
