We simple Wees we travel these long roads and gentle pathways
And though we’re small and gentle seem our thoughts go more than halfways
More than halfway past the point of knowing what is crafty
And much much more than knowing that, when it comes to knowing the Nastys.
The Nasty ones it seems have a clever way of talking
They seem to sound so natural as natural as walking
But in the end their words are empty, not so tiny riddles,
They make it hard to see which side is right or even in the middle.
Their words are trumpeted on high like the words we all respected,
They tell us our old words are wrong and need to be rejected.
But I go back and remember times where we Wees, we weren’t so free
There was a time when we the Wees had no liberty
There was a time when Wees of courage fought against the Nastys
They fought for life and liberty and and a longing to be happy
I remember the stories of the legends of the Wees
The battles fought against all odds, living just on seeds
Of crossing frozen rivers wide and holding onto the dream
Of midnight rides and towers tall and fording mighty streams
These simple Wees they fought for things that other Wees did not
They fought the yoke of bondage that the Wees today forgot
They fought so hard to gain the freedom that we all have today
They fought so hard they made real sure that we would know the way
These Wees of courage wrote it down in words that were horrific
Horrific to the Nasty ones but I think they are terrific
They told us that no man, can tell me how to think,
That being able to speak freely shouldn’t land you in the clink
They told me to defend myself with the means I need to do so,
That we simple Wees should stay off our knees until we feel it’s right to do so
They told us that Wees are people and have rights that come by nature,
And by nature’s God we hold these rights to be true now and in the future.
And how can I forget the father of all Weedom,
The Wee supreme who led the fight for all the Wees sweet freedom.
This Wee of Wees, this king to be, who wouldn’t take the crown,
For to be a king of any thing would let his Wee comrades down,
We made him serve for a time while the Weedom was constructed
And with these words he left us all to be instructed.
“Be wary all, of your freedoms clear, and hold them dear indeed, for forces rise from time to time to try to intercede,”
“They will tell you all to give up freedom for safety’s sakes I’m sure, just a little bit of freedom, I’m sure you Wees will all endure.”
But in the words of another Wee, Wee Franklin from the bell, “give up your freedom for your health will end you all in hell”
So know I jump back to today as the Weedom seeks a leader
I scratch my head with what is said about liberty and freedom
the Nastys have returned again with sweet words that have some bends
They will tell you anything that justify their ends
I see the sky above me blue, bright a blue as can be seen,
But the Nasty ones they tell me I am wrong, it’s a pretty shade of green
“Green sky above me, Ha!” please don’t make me beg,
I have eyes and a brain it’s blue as a weebin’s egg.
But I’m belittled as a small thinking little Wee,
Because the green sky theory is taught at the university
Wees of learning have made the match that blue is green you see
And if you don’t agree with them you must be made to see
For the greening of the sky you see is caused by all us Wees
And if we don’t change our ways you see, the next will be the trees.
And when the trees start dying from the greening of the sky
The next crisis dear to the Nasty sneers will make the whole world cry.
Their solution is so simple we Wees should know and tell
Their solution is to give up some freedom thats not so hard a sell
And be careful what words you say or you may offend a tree
They think it might be time to start locking up some non-compliant Wees
These Nasty ones will tell you that some Wees words are wrong,
That to spout the words of freedom is from a time long gone
They say “trust us all you Wees, you have it all so hard,
I can’t believe they expect you to have only one Wee credit card”
We Nasty ones are really nice and those words are from so long ago,
We’ll change them just a bit to modernize them you know.
We then can live in a utopia where all Wees are the same,
Each living in their weebicle and working in the same,
A nice diet of Wee rice and maybe a cup of beans
Each to what is needed not provided by their means.
Ah, all comrades in a row and we’ll tell you what to think,
We’ll tell you what to dream as well and what to eat and drink.
You will be happy little drones slaving your lives away,
Happy with the knowledge that you are serving us today.
And if any of you worthless Wees have an independent thought
Or wish to band together like your Wee fathers who we fought,
We will crush you like the bugs you are, or maybe even worse,
We’ll toss you in a prison until you need to curse
Much like our fore bearers Mao, Stalin, and Pol Pot.
We’ll eliminate those Wees who think thoughts that they should not.
But my brother Wees do not despair our futures can be bright
Remember those that fought for freedom and secured for us our rights
Remember the words so carefully crafted to prevent the tyrants rise
The words that restrain the tyrants power and sheds light on their disguise
We Wees are empowered by our creator with certain unalienable rights
Our Wee Constitution is still alive and on their lies it spreads a light.
We the Weeple of the Weedom, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for all the United Weeples and Wees,
And with that I bid you all good night.