Thirty two thousand men
an army of great striking
Ten thousand then were left
Too many for Gods liking
He took them for a drink
The kneelers and the lappers
thinned down to three hundred
Crack troops surely the sappers
Three groups of a hundred
carrying lamps and trumpets
the enemy confused
no time for toast or crumpets
they turned upon each other
killing without mercy
cupped hands missed all the fun
I s'pose they are still thirsty
don't need a big army when God gives you the enemy
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