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What so proudly we hailed at the BONK’s last gleaming?
Whose broad flavors and cool cans thru the perilous fight,
O’er the BONKs we watched were so refreshing?
And the BONK’s red glare, the scouts drinking in air,
Gave proof through the night that our logo was still there.
Oh, say does that Red and Blu Logo yet wave
O’er the land of the BONK and the home of the BONK.