1776!
"I sing hosanna, hosanna
In a sane and lucid manner
We are cool.
Come ye cool cool considerate men
The likes of which may never be seen again
With our land, cash in hand
Self-command, future planned
And we'll hold to our gold
Tradition that is old, reluctant to be bold.
We say this game's not of our choosing
Why should we risk losing?
We cool, cool, cool
Cool, cool, cool
Cool cool men."
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy