Goliath of gath, with hith helmet of bwath,
Wath thitting one day upon the gween gwath,
Along came young david a thervant of thaul,
And thaid "i will thmite you, although i'm tho thmall."

Young david he took thome thoneth fwom a bwook,
And with a bitth of thtwing he made him a thling.
And with hith thuthpenderth he let the thtoneth fly
And hit poor goilath wight thmack in the ye.

Goliath he thore a tewwibe oath,
"blank, blank, blank, blank, blank, blank, blank , blankety-blank!"
The air all awound him wath turning quite blue,
He uthed up the old wordth and thought up thome new.

Goliath had got a tewwible wound,
He fell to the gwound and thtwaigthway he thwooned.
He kicked up hith heelth and he thwew back hith head,
Then poor old goliath wolled over thtone dead.

Tough shit.

To the tune of elsie marley.

Golliath of gath