We're the mongeese, yes we are!

Come t' help Terri from near and far

Cobra only thinks he's king

He does not know everything

He stretches up and spreads his hood

Thinks he's 'vincible, and that is good

'Cause we mongeese know his heel

Achilles, this onion we will peel!

Smooth outside, so slick and clean

But inside sick and awful mean

God called us, from near and far

At the ready, yes, we are!

Just little ones, no hoods have we

But we have eyes with which to see

And we have faith and never doubt

That Emma's Felon will soon be found out!

Terri's faith and Terri's God

Will spare the child and strike the rod

Soon our Terri will be free

No more imprisoned by that 'he'

Prayer warriors, garbed in faith

Type on our keyboards, we the wraiths

That dance round 'him' and shout the walls

'his' Jericho is soon to fall!

- by Julie Kay Smithson

December 3, 2003