Dear Frenemy
Dear Frenemy Chorus: You can slay my foes, dear Frenemy mine; So destroy my foes, dear Frenemy fine; You got rid of my foes, dear Frenemy free; but you’ll never, no never no you never will ever no you’ll never get rid, rid of me! O Elder Desert, hot of breath the land of drought and sun you have no hideaway from death nor anywhere to run. So when the Spanish came for loot we Hopi gave them sand; we lured them down a crooked route to hottest driest land; and left them there, alone, to fry in desert’s oven heat and then we’d fondly bid goodbye and back to home retreat. Chorus O Old Man Winter, bear-skin clad who kills by ice and cold from Ukraine up to Petrograd your tyranny will hold. So when Napoleon Bonaparte, then Hitler, did attack we Russians from the land depart the earth all scorched and black. Then winter blasted sleet and snow; the armies froze and fell; the troops consumed by dea...