The rain showed up in force today,
Ten battalions strong,
Infantry, cavalry,
A hundred miles long.
We're gonna get slaughtered,
We heard our troops say,
Our feeble storm defenses
Will not help us today.
A shower of rockets
Came raining down first
As we in our bunkers
Awaited the worst.
And then a bugle sounded
To signal a retreat
Which left us all confounded
Like zombies in the street.
Perhaps a deal was made
By people at the top
Who shook each other's hands
And made the shelling stop,
Yes, shook each other's hands
And made the shelling stop.
