i come from the land where the oceans freeze spent three long months on the open seas paddled til it seemed i could take no more when my ship hit ground on prussia s shores how was i to know that day that the winds had swept me wilson s way cause soon towards me from the east came wilson and his men on multi beasts well it seems he didn t like my face and i quickly learned that prussia was an evil place they tied me to a chair with a giant clip and held a piece of paper to my tender nip then they tossed the chair in a tiny shack and told me not to worry cause they d soon be back but i loosened up the binds where my hands were lashed and ran towards the cove where my boat was stashed singing oh wilson someday i ll kill you til you die oh wilson punch you in the eye when wilson knew that i was loose i d surely be subjected to some real abuse maybe end up hanging from the nearest tree so angrily i paddled to the open sea but the sea was eager to beat me back and the waves grew huge and deadly black and the gray clouds rumbled over my head and i feared in my heart that i d soon be dead when the morning came and the storm had passed and the dismal fog began at last to open up before my eyes and there i saw to my surprise chains and specks of islands curved where palm trees dipped and seagulls swerved and i parked my kayak on a stone and yelled across the ocean to his evil throne i said oh wilson someday i ll kill you til you die oh wilson punch you in the eye wilson kill you til you die oh wilson punch you in the eye 