Sunday, September 25, 2011

The pictures are there, and you just take them.


Arise, ye workers from your slumber,
Arise, ye prisoners of want.
For reason in revolt now thunders,
and at last ends the age of cant!
Away with all your superstitions,
Servile masses, arise, arise!
We'll change henceforth the old tradition,
And spurn the dust to win the prize!
So comrades, come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.


We link arms and sing this three times every night before bed.

3 comments:

Roddy said...

I see young master Ezra is collecting sandworms for our fishing expedition.
Or are they just cockles to eat at home with his father?

Kris said...

Shells!

Roddy said...

Yair. Cockles have shells.