(To be sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from "The Sound of Music." If you'd like to sing along, here's a midi link which opens a second window.)
Rifles and roscoes and Winch'sters and cannons,
Rich NRA guys who own lots of weapons,
Generous men to whose pockets I cling,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Shotguns and pump guns and side arms at gun shows,
Aiming at targets, I'm well stocked with ammo,
Wild geese that fly till I shoot off their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Pistols and bullets and Uzis and Lugers,
Guns locked and loaded, hands poised on those triggers,
Silver white deer that are prime for a kill,
Look, I just got one way up on that hill.
When the court rules
Dead against me,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad.
Changing the law is my dearest desire.
Limiting handguns just raises my ire.
Bearing arms is my most favorite right.
Just try to stop me, you're in for a fight.
Drop most amendments from our Constitution.
Dumping the first would be ever so much fun.
Numero five isn't worth even beans.
Now I'll explain what the second one means.
Bearing arms isn't just for state militias.
Judges and courts do not know what that clause does.
Private gun rights are preserved by the law.
That's what the Second Amendment is for.
When the court rules
Dead against me,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad.
