Bravely bold Sir francis Rode forth from his compound.
He was not afraid to lie, Oh brave Sir francis.
He was not at all afraid To use his blog in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir francis.
He is not in the least bit scared To spew lies on idiot-point-one. Or to lie on PEG, and in his reports.
To have his followers split And his legacy burned away, And his frenemies hacked and mangled Brave Sir francis.
He wasn't afraid to challenge the soup and tell them what they think.
Brave enough to swagger in, he puffed his chest and straightened his belt and changed his tune.
When time arrived to explain himself, he put Patador in charge and bravely ran away.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir francis.
He is phoning it in and packing it up
And sneaking away and buggering up
And pretending he's sick and staying home,
Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge.
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