With Harold Camping’s second strike,
His wounds were self-inflicted
Cos holy Jesus didn’t like
The date that he’d predicted;
He’s tried again! Oh, what a shame!
But this time, it’s October
(Too bad it’s not a drinking game;
We’d none of us be sober)
The Digital Cuttlefish
Since the music plays so briefly... Can you blame me if I dance?
When asked if he would recompenseAll those he filled with hope,Dear Harold said "It's their expense,They'll all just have to cope".