The Therapy Sessions
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Brave Sir Robin
Brave Sir Robin ran away....Spanish Troops Complete Iraq Withdrawal.
Sing! All together!
Bravely bold[good] Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot,
He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin,
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave brave brave brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to[And] have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken;
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in, and his heart cut[gouged] out,
[And his liver removed,] and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils raped, and his bottom burned[burnt] off,
And his penis split . . . and his . . .
(The music is jolly and bright, as if triumphant. Robin is not at all happy with the lyrics.)
Brave Sir Robin ran away.
Bravely ran away, away.
No, no, no.
When dangers reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the brave Sir Robin
[Petrified of being dead
Soiled his pants then brave Sir Robin
Turned away and fled.]