Starweaver's Online Book Of Shadows: BATTLE HYMN OF THE ERISTOCRACY

BATTLE HYMN OF THE ERISTOCRACY

(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Mine brain has meditated on the spinning of The Chao;
It is hovering o'er the table where the Chiefs of Staff are now
Gathered in discussion of the dropping of The Bomb;
Her Apple Corps is strong!

Chorus:
Grand (and gory) Old Discordia!
Grand (and gory) Old Discordia!
Grand (and gory) Old Discordia!
Her Apple Corps is strong!

She was not invited to the party held on Olympic;
So she threw a Golden Apple, 'stead of turned the other cheek!
Oh, it cracked the Holy Punchbowl and it made the nectar leak;
Her Apple Corps is strong!

For the Apple Hera offered Paris all the wealth she could;
Athena promised that his enemies bodies would be strewed;
But Aphrodite offered Helen - and EVERYONE got screwed!
Her Apple Corps is strong!

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