Master Bastion Blues

Day 707, 08:52 Published in Canada Canada by Monk Penman

They tried to take our Bastion,
But we fought like cats and dogs.
We loaded up the cannons
And we piled up the logs.

We held our weapons firmly,
As we aimed between their eyes.
'Til finally they retreated
Which to us was no surprise.

Yes we're masters of the Bastion
As we take up in our hands
The means by which we drive the Blues
Right out of all our lands.