Yeah, c’mon all of you seasoned ranch hands, <br />cowboys, policemen, Pawnee scouts, east-coast <br />polo players, Ivy League athletes, and librarians, <br />Assistant Secretary of the Navy Teddy Roosevelt <br />needs a helping hand, down on a hill near San Juan <br />So put down your dairies and pick-up a bayonet and gun <br />We’re gonna have a whole lot of fun. <br /> <br />And it’s one, two, three, what’re we fighting for? <br />Don’t ask me, I was mustered into the Rough Riders <br />The next stop is someplace called Santiago, Cuba <br />And it’s five, six, seven, open the gang plank of the Yucatan <br />Well, there ain’t no time to reason why <br />Whoopee! 76% of us are gonna die. <br /> <br />Well, c’mon generals and Colonel Roosevelt <br />Let’s move fast – your big chance has come at last <br />We’ve gotta go out and get those Spaniards <br />The only good Spanish-speaking one, is one that’s dead <br />And you know that peace can only be won <br />When all of the enemy have been blown to Kingdom come. <br /> <br />Well, c’mon United States of America <br />Don’t be slow, why this is war, so let’s go, let’s go <br />There are plenty of futures to be made <br />By supplin’ America with the tools of the political trade <br />Just hope and pray that polling place volunteers and union bosses <br />won’t be bought and paid. <br /> <br />So c’mon mothers throughout this great land <br />Pack your sons off to fight Uncle Sam’s War (don’t bite the hand) <br />And c’mon you lazy bum fathers, don’t procrastinate <br />Send them off before they’re ready to shave <br />Be the first one on your block to brag they’ve gone to fight with Teddy. <br /> <br /> <br />‘2007’<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rough-riders/
