From the Cambodia Jim
Comes Rob’s rebels
And now it spooks
Of a rich history.
Of valiant dreams
Of the confederacy
As he charge his horse
While balancing his sword.
Please do not break your bones
For Africa has stolen you
For their small band
This saw an individual
Which could sense love
And bite some ones ear
If you are to close and not dear.
When the hunter finds his nest
And love he will be at his best.