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Negotiating With Terrorists 101

Brave Sir Yasser
Sung to the tune of “Brave Sir Robin”
(with apologies to Neil Innes & Monty Python)

Bravely bold Sir Yasser rode forth from Mukata.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Yasser.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Yasser!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken,
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Yasser!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
And his …

Then Israel told Sir Yasser: “cough up the terrorist fugitives you’re hiding or we’ll extract them ourselves.” What did brave Sir Yasser do?
He coughed ’em right up.

Brave Sir Yasser

Brave Sir Yasser ran away,
Bravely ran away, away.
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Yasser turned about
And gallantly, he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, Sir Yasser.

Honor among theives, etc.