Hello! Friday, Friday, Friday! Woo-hoo! Whee! It's about time! And Friday means it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's offering is the "Marines' Hymn" (scroll down for lyrics) (listen to a short, snappy rendition here). Enjoy.
Only The Blind And Gardens
A special horse, Su Meng,
fought air, land and oceans.
Right in the middle of the first and free
and (what a man!) exit with honor clean.
But to get the title pride,
the U.S. Navy, again united.
The author of each day, or if you
in the morning.
We are all climate.
We are here to make weapons.
As usual, you work for us.
When? Please see below.
Navy, beautiful country.
Basic, the writer of this is
a proud triumph.
Rather than fight the battle of life,
nerve and lost,
sort of the naval or military,
only the blind and gardens
they put on the streets and people.
United States Marine Corps spirit united in the room.