Bravely bold Sir William strode forth from Studio B.
He did not fear to debate, O brave Sir William!
He was not at all afraid to be humbled in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave O’Reilly!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his lies exposed and his logic broken;
To have his infinitives split, and his assertions blown away;
And his facts all hacked and mangled, brave Sir William!
His case smashed in and its heart cut out
And his proofs disproved, his polemic unplugged
And his talking points raped, and his claims disembowled
And his [what one can only assume is a very small] penis….
Brave Sir William ran away.
He bravely ran away, away!
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Bill, he turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, O’Reilly!