<bgsound src="Battle_Hymn_Of_The_Republic-2.mid"> The Story One November Collin found a bag on the floor. Inside was these chese crackers and this brown glop. We called it anthrax. Later Joey got hold of the crackers. He gave one to Edward. Then he gave the entire bag to me. As I put one cracker in my mouth, Edward came back with a comment on the crackers. "It tastes like soap!" I chewed. Then I said: "Oh, $#!%! The &@^* cracker tastes like anthrax!" There I promptly spat it out. And spat. And spat. Later Joey gave me a mint to get rid of the aftertaste. Since then I accept food after a sniff and a nibble. Now...the ballad! My eyes have seen the bag that's a biological danger, All the sickness, death, and dying this bag will soon incur, It will loose the sickness terror, disgust this will insure, Disease is marching on! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Disease is marching on! The crackers taken out have been certified diseased, Please get rid of them, I beg you, oh I plead would you please? But they always want to feed me with a plage that's worse than fleas, Disease is marching on! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Disease is marching on! Later I was gullible enough to accept a cheez-it from a bag, When I ate it was probable my brain was in jet lag, The taste left my thinking ablility in a gag, Disease is marching on! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Disease is marching on! The stupid cracker tasted like some Tide detergent, Pretty soon my dead body will be marked very urgent, Sent to the local triage center for this infection seargant, Disease is marching on! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Disease is marching on!
The Story
One November Collin found a bag on the floor. Inside was these chese crackers and this brown glop. We called it anthrax.
Later Joey got hold of the crackers. He gave one to Edward. Then he gave the entire bag to me. As I put one cracker in my mouth, Edward came back with a comment on the crackers.
"It tastes like soap!"
I chewed. Then I said:
"Oh, $#!%! The &@^* cracker tastes like anthrax!"
There I promptly spat it out. And spat. And spat.
Later Joey gave me a mint to get rid of the aftertaste. Since then I accept food after a sniff and a nibble. Now...the ballad!
Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Gory! Gory! Anthrax cracker! Disease is marching on!
The crackers taken out have been certified diseased, Please get rid of them, I beg you, oh I plead would you please? But they always want to feed me with a plage that's worse than fleas, Disease is marching on!
Later I was gullible enough to accept a cheez-it from a bag, When I ate it was probable my brain was in jet lag, The taste left my thinking ablility in a gag, Disease is marching on!
The stupid cracker tasted like some Tide detergent, Pretty soon my dead body will be marked very urgent, Sent to the local triage center for this infection seargant, Disease is marching on!
