This day is call'd the feast of Summer Bots.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of MoRivals.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is the Fiest of Bots."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Bot Attack day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Tophat, Bosko and Albert C Slater
bullitpdq68 and J Kane and Wheels1
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Bot Attack Day shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in MoRivals now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Bot Attack day!!!!!!
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of MoRivals.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is the Fiest of Bots."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Bot Attack day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Tophat, Bosko and Albert C Slater
bullitpdq68 and J Kane and Wheels1
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Bot Attack Day shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in MoRivals now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Bot Attack day!!!!!!