Should man think thrice before raising his hand in anger to his brother and forget what is all about the peace, because all can start with an humorous remark, then, all hell is loose and you don't laugh anymore when it is war...

World has been spinning around in peace
because of thinkers men that were wise,
some had sharp and good functioning minds,
other just the wisdom that come with old age;
resorting to the weapons to win anything
as been part of the problem, not the solution,
our good God has teach us that we most beg
for pardon before He will consider absolution.

So, as Ed the Elder, with me back well covered
I will say to all of you He has thrown the dice,
sable rattling and more bloodshed should stop,
and all men become not a monster but a mice;
at the bottom of the picture we with sadness see
Commodore’s Andy ship just foundering down
while a glimpse of a top sail from Sir Salt Walt
we get, before another ship is gone and drown.

Seventeen well-armed ships sweep old Halifax
giving inspiration to compose to the bagpipers,
and coming down they took all the ladies ships
peeling away the perfumed lace was their price;
when all of them came together, Mon Dieu!
Quelque armada, on my back and disposition,
71 Man of War with 96 cannons onboard each
so even the deaf would hear all of my conditions:

The island will be given to Pee Wee Ed & Ark so,
all the creatures can have a home where’s peace,
it is not just a man that can claim a piece of land,
no member of the Fauna was born by God’s caprice,
no birds had a condition, how and where could fly,
no tiger was born a slave or a piece of collection,
it was man that made the first cage, not for himself,
but for that of all the most precious, his own freedom.

Ed from Jersey, will end all that talking about stinking
by taking a bath to get rid of not good smelling grease,
and the glory of his State will smell like roses when
all that water that he so unwisely sent at last recede;
found by Pee Wee that La Belle Rouge was our sister
so I have a little ace tucked well up my ample sleeve
until somebody buys Louisiana I will go American
and have a petit South Comfort smelling Cherokee.

An so mes amìs, this story ends showing you all
that even if you aren’t an Ed there’s a lot of loyalty,
like First Mate D’rtagnan Bonilla on my right
or that lovely enraged lass which we will call Edith;
I am sure that Rufuz the Keeper of the Ancient Book
will do justice writing all the truth about this war,
we were happily jumping into an un-brotherly fracas
while the words of the Good Book all we forgot.