Lost, but never found: Beebe Pirate Flag
It was many and many a year ago
In a dorm by the name of Beebe.
That a flag there stood which erected from
The entrance of Beebe.
And this flag she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this dorm by the name of Beebe,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my flag of thee—
With a love that the whores from other dorms
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this dorm by the name of Beebe,
A bitch came out from caz, stealing
My beautiful flag of thee;
So that the HP came out from her hidey hole
And threw a fucking hissy fit,
To find and kill whoever took the damn thing.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the bitches in Shafer
Nor the cunts down in Pom
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of my beautiful flag of thee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of my beautiful flag of thee
And although you may laugh, I feel the thick shaft
Of my beautiful flag of thee
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—
my life and my pride
In her sepulchre there by Beebe—
In her tomb by the beautiful Beebe.
