Song of the 7.7th
... And at the break of day, we turned our ponies' heads away, full knowing we would not gain more than a glimpse of the McGarrett Plain ...
On higher ground we gathered round our guide, a warrior of the OoM'finga tribe, seeking advice.
"One might pierce twice," he counseled, counting as his purrfurred councillor bounceled ...
"Or fast from all but snausages, emulating Good SenDennis ...
"Or bop twelve sets of tennis ... which has some effect on blood and muscle ..."
"Too much of a tussle," opined One.
"Far too much bustle," said a second.
... "So -- we're done?" inquired a third. "So we should herd these cats and kittens up the hill again?"
"That would be quittin'," voiced a fourth. "I'm in for the duration.
"As blood is red, we'll take this 5-O nation
And make it ours. Come -- sally forth!'
"Talisker fifth!" -- a rousing yell --
"We'll win this war, as sure as ... well ...
As sure as we'll post scores upon the door!"