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.