THEY’RE NOT PLAYING OUR SONG

We’ll be there

Just when you thought journalism couldn’t sink any lower

We’ll be there

Just when you thought you couldn’t think any slower

We’ll be there

To insult your intelligence, add to your woes

To bring your IQ to unthinkable lows

On par with Larry’s, Curly’s, or Moe’s

We’ll be there, we’ll be there, we’ll be there

And, now we reckon King Charles II

will finally be put out to pasture

It’s a blessing come late and would’ve been great

had it occurred some time last year . . .

RICK NULL

Whittier