There once was a girl
Who had a war going on inside her.
This war was a just a quarrel
Between all nations to see who was best.
The sad girl was getting too frail and sick
From the fumes and explosions of the war
With the holes so deep and the fumes so thick
She will never ever get better
In the end, to her, it will not matter
which nation will forever stay the best
She gets to decide who must scatter
And those who get to stay where they are now.
She will be the winner forever more
And will never host another war.