Come gather 'round, children, it's high time, ye learned!
'Bout a hero, named Homer, and a devil, named Burns
We'll march 'till we drop, the girls and the fellas
We'll fight to the death or else fold like umbrellas
'Cause we'll march day and night, by the big cooling towers
They have the plant, but we have, the power!

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