In fourteen hundred ninety-two Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
He had three ships and left from Spain; He sailed through sunshine, wind and rain.
He sailed by night; he sailed by day; He used the stars to find his way.
A compass also helped him know How to find the way to go.
Ninety sailors were on board; Some men worked while others snored.
Then the workers went to sleep; And others watched the ocean deep.
Day after day they looked for land; They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand.
October 12 their dream came true, You never saw a happier crew!
"Indians! Indians!" Columbus cried; His heart was filled with joyful pride.
But "India" the land was not; It was the Bahamas, and it was hot.
The Arakawa natives were very nice; They gave the sailors food and spice.
Columbus sailed on to find some gold To bring back home, as he'd been told.
He made the trip again and again, Trading gold to bring to Spain.
The first American? No, not quite. But Columbus was brave, and he was bright. WELL... THEY LEFT OUT THE PART OF ALL THE MURDER PLUNDER AND ANNIHilATIONS OF THE PEOPLE WHO LIVED THERE... BUT I SUPPOSE IT MAKES A GOOD STORY...
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1 comment:
Wow. This dude has some balls. You don’t sing about Columbus in the woke world. You must scorn him. What is he thinking? Oh wait. Actually, nevermind. Columbus is back in fashion. It’s okay again to celebrate him because Trump says so. But those lyrics need to change. It needs more praise of death and enslavement and plunder and rape.
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