(A preventive-war anthem sung to the tune of “Trees,” by Joyce Kilmer, with piano accompaniment)

We think that God has never made
A country we should not invade.
Some evil tyrants go unchecked,
And bombing them gets us respect.
The more small countries we destroy
The more respect we can enjoy.

La-da-dee-dee, bomb-bomb.
La-da-dee-dee, bomb-bomb.

And rulers who may seem OK?
It’s smart to bomb them anyway,
So others fear us like The Hun.
That Vietnam disease is done.
Our country had it wrong before:
There’s nothing better than a war.