T'was the night before Christmas, and thruout this land,
Illegals were lurking, all just as they planned,
Vicente was scheming in his foxy lair,
In hopes that an amnesty soon would be there.
The Bushes were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Mexico danced in their heads.
The rest of the country was going to hell,
But what did it matter, the Bushes were well.
When out on the border, there arose such a clatter,
That the ranchers arose to see what was the matter!
Their fences were broken, no family pets spared,
They were being held hostage and nobody cared.
The light of the moon on the desert below,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
And what to their wandering eyes should appear,
As ten thousand invaders wreaked havoc and fear?
They murdered our children, and poisoned our pets,
They gang-raped our women and haven't stopped yet.
More rapid than eagles the border they crossed,
To some it appeared that our country was lost.
When a fine group of men came to answer the call,
While our government fails us, these men will stand tall.
I knew in a moment they must be the ones,
Who would fight and protect us till this war was won.
On Spencer, on Simcox, on Patriots true,
America's future's depending on you.
To the borders you flocked to defend this fair land
While our leaders do nothing but sit on their hands.
As they sprang into action, and went straight to work
To handle those duties our government shirks;
I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight,
"The ranchers can sleep well, at least for tonight."
11 April, 2005