the cock refrains but the eagle dares

the cock refrains but the eagle dares

I am Chirac, a big french cock

and cry aloud as I'm in shock:

a giant Eagle is on wings

"to liberate Iraq" he sings

It's long ago we French won war;

piece from old Netherlands we tore

when Spain helped weaken their defense;

since then our loosing was immense

Our Revolution did not last;

Napoleon his shadow cast

and millions of young men then died;

for sure in hell he now is fried

Iraq's dictator blood shed too

till eagles locked him in the loo,

the place where shit 's delivered best

leaving the people clean in rest

My country France ain't wise and strong

to help elections go along;

as Baghdad 's struck by terror flare

we cocks refrain where eagles dare

I wrote this poem seeing in Amsterdam Iraqi refugees joyfully partaking in the election on january 30, 2005 and waving their national flag.

And don't forget the British bull;

he cares from Basra till Mosul

not noisy like that Paris frog

but straight ahead throug combat's smog