Yankee Doodle, send them up

Yankee Doodle keep it up,
You would-be eastern grandee,
Now mind girls’ feet and watch your step,
And with the bombs be handy.

Yankee Doodle send them up
as high as kites on candy
those pretty boys in airforce blue
and with the bombs so handy.

Yankee Doodle send them up,
You oily Texas dandy,
Send fireworks at market time,
Then with the mike be handy.

Yankee Doodle, shock and awe?
And then your great idea?
So they’ll all grow up loving you
and help you bomb Korea?

Yankee Doodle lock them up
in cages down in Cuba
for they’ve no shoes or uniforms
and don’t respect Geneva.

Yankee Doodle, we love you,
Most Diggers cheer this slaughter,
as Kilroy does his Irish jig
and Basra calls for water.

Yankee Doodle keep it up
And please send lots more armor
With bunker-busting DU shells
To sterilize the water.

Yankee Doodle, keep it up,
it’s the grandest show in town
We love you as you waltz to hell
And the kiddies all fall down.

Yankee Doodle, teach them how
to love their Uncle Sam,
this nation half of children,
like you taught poor Vietnam.

Yankee Doodle, loft it up,
your old blood-spangled banner.
Old Gory lights arabian nights.
In the usual Yankee manner.

Yankee Doodle, without you,
They’ve danced five thousand years,
Now you bring bouquets of doodle bombs,
And you wonder at their tears?

Peter Ravenscroft. 31st March, 2003,

Written as the bombs fell on the people of Iraq. Reprint freely, improve, edit, burn, claim you wrote it, send hate mail, compliment or ignore, I don’t care, now.