Number Four, Number Four

Dashing through the snow,
Pursued by Barons' men
Into Bravo we go,
To all be free again!

Brass from shoots ring,
Kiva's porch in sight,
What joy it'll be,
To finally see,
The slavers killed tonight!

Ohhh Number Four,
Number Four,
Tiny Iron Slave!
Oh what fun
To drink some hooch
And pass out free tonight!

A month or two ago,
The generator blew,
And soon the slaves all knew,
Bravo was on our side!
The masters cruel and cold,
Misfortune seemed our lot,
We heard of Number Four,
To freedom our hearts set!

Oh, Do-rit-o,
Sal in snow,
John Henry laid an egg!
So many ask,
And hold to task,
Just who is Number Four?



To the tune of Jingle Bells:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQYa2epnTdo