First prize grabber:

Rise up, rise up, little Matty Groves,
And dress as fast as you can,
For it never shall be said in old England,
I slew a naked man.


Runner up:

Then up spoke the general:
Such things can never be,
For it's against the laws of England,
That two men should married be.


Honorable mention:

Send for your rubber tired buggy,
Send for your rubber tired hack,
You're taking twelve men to the graveyard,
But you're bringing eleven men back,
He was her man,
But he's doin' her wrong.