Stand
up, stand up for Hubert,
the Beaver on the cross,
Lift high His royal banner;
it must not suffer loss.
From Toothpaste, West Virginia,
His army shall He lead,
Till every fundie's vanquished,
and Hubert Lord indeed.dancing beaver
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Stand
up, stand up for Hubert,
His trumpet poot obey;
Caused by a fearsome curry,
in this His glorious day.
Ye that are loonies serve Him
against religious foes.
Let Hubert bounce on His cross,
and Northern beer oppose.dancing beaver
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Stand
up, stand up for Hubert,
stand in His strength alone;
The purple flesh won't fail you,
but dare to trust your own.
Put on the beaver armour,
each piece put on with prayer;
Where putty calls or Fritos,
be never wanting there....two
three four...
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Stand
up, stand up for Hubert,
the dance it might be long;
This day sweet tones wind-breaking,
the next the nun her song.
To those who vanquish Christians
mitres of green shall be;
They with the King called Hubert
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