Alas that I may never see
A sea-cow or a manatee
Swim up the Santa Ana River
(Quite as polluted as my liver)
All of a misty-moisty morn
On the dry banks where I was born

(TAKE IT FROM HERE, MATES; carry on, then!  +SCL)

where men women children bathed

Sandy dust was turned to mud,
As people washed away their crud.
Some were Black and some were white,



[careful now, there are young people visiting!!!!!]

Maybe they should all just catch a flight
And then no one could see this messy sight!

But as the plane flew overhead,
They could all be seen, lying dead.
:'(

But as the plane flew overhead,
They could all be seen, lying dead.

With respect to their beauty and existant lives
We shall overcome and burry each and everyone with pride.
 

pride or prejudice, whichever comes first
abhorring war and peace, or whichever ones worse

well which is worse?
and worse is what?
which-ever's worse
is what i'm not.
so bury, burn, or kick to the side.
then hurry, turn the corner, and hide.
because they're always watching you.
yes, you, and everything you do.

As I've long hoped so still I hope to see
A swimming sea-cow or a manatee