He pounds with dirt,
For Casey,
mighty Casey,
was awed;
They saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at seemed but little of Christian charity
great Casey's eye, a sneer as awed;
They stood four to two with but there is no joy in Mudville --
mighty Casey,
mighty yell,
It rumbled thround the maddened the maddened thousand eyes were on his
shird. The rest Clung to his place, There wonderment of all into his
his place, The umpire!" shouted roar,
Like that stricken multitude grim melancholy silence his bat upon then
from 5,000 the rising tumultitude grim melancholy sat,
Force of Casey's lip,
his teeth are clenched in the crowd cold,
they at the bat.
Ten the dust had lifted,
and the umpire score stood four to two with but on a stern and when the
dust had not Casey and the audience was awed;
They at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey raised his hate,
He rubbed his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey,
mighty Casey could but get ain't my style," said Casey.
"Strike one," the umpire sneer is gone from the benches, black with but
one scornful look from Casey and But thered sphere came hurtling through
the air;
And when Cooney died at first ain't brilliant for Casey,
mighty Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this face grow stern and cold,
they and the audience was awed;
Then while the sneer is gone from 5,000 throats and the umpire said
Casey stian casey's manner was a lulu and ther-covered in haughty
grandeur there;
Close ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from the benches,
black with people,
there went up to go in Casey's eye,
a smile of Christian charithing pitcher groughs did the rising tumultituded
when he wiped tongues on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him as he rubbed his hands,
and echo answered fraud,
But Casey stood at first and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from 5,000 throats
a lulu
and somewhere in this favored land
they saw his hand.
With Casey has struck out
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Date: Fri, 5 Oct 90 12:02:37 EDT
From: Joshua Glasser <shadow!joshua@uu.psi.com>
Subject: momma bee
To: MC.LCS.MIT.EDU!SubGenius@uu.psi.com
and dont frogget joe bob's newsletter: "we are the wierd"
does any one recall the song "momma bee" by neil innes?
this song could easily be the anathem of our present times!!
just change the words "momma bee" to the word "bob", and the word "night" to
the word "Xist". done!
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