The Pooka's son here, with a new spin on an old tune... a little something I thought up while riding the bus this afternoon in Los Angeles, thinking about the latest depressing turn of events over in the six counties...

Just when peace was in motion
And hopes filled to the brim
Old enmities spoiled everything
And turned the outlook grim
Now Tony's hoisted the Union Jack
For the boys have gone too far
Let's say, "To hell with I.R.A.!
Give Johnson back his car."

Not too uplifting, I know. Let's just hope it's not the last verse!

(Don't get me wrong; I'm no Orangeman. But to the extent that I can claim any sort of opinion on a matter which, frankly, I haven't been following recently as closely as I should, I'm with Dad... uhh, I mean, Pooka... the Republicans are being DUMB!)