long long ago
we were all heathens and hicks together
but while your fathers preferred to chew stalks
and gnaw raw bones
one would stand and declare
there's more to life than grunting about or sitting on our *****
that one took the lead and shook things up
till they all saw what a royal heathen we have here
so on and on it went
and kingdoms were made and thrones led the way
shedding sense blood sweat and valour for greater good
while your fathers shrink into the background merely doing as told
as they chewed stalks and gnarled on bones
who wants to carry long staffs and big lances
when with our small sticks we can ravish maidens and drink meads
it came to the days
when peace reigned and all eat and grew fat and prosperous
the red mist descend to light fires in envy and ignorance
our leaders are greedy and parasitic
why do they have more than we do
so as your fathers and forefathers and fore fore fore fathers did
you once again chew gum and eat fish and chips
and disrespect your women and use small sticks to make babies
blaming royals and leaders for your lacks of sense guts or chutzpa
and in silly blinding red indulgent mists
you gabble war and revolution  
my father and forefathers and fore fore fore fathers
were not sitting on their ***** chewing stalks gnawing on bones
we already now you're inherent stalkers
with big mouths short sticks and little else