I wandered lonely a a loon
Determination in my eye
When all at once I saw Scotch broom
Along the lake, beneath the sky
Flowering and dancing in the gloom
And to myself I muttered, "DIE!"
Determination filled our souls
As Moralea with frenzied company
Fairly flew down yonder slipper hill
To tackle and to kill
The yellow scourge with glee
-William Broomsworth
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