Third Serville War
The third major uprising of slaves (Latin: "servi") in the Roman Republic, from 73 to 71 B.C., the war of the gladiators and other slaves led by Spartacus is known to history as the Third Servile War. Unlike the prior two slave uprisings, which had occurred in Sicily, among agricultural laborers, the Third Servile War broke out with the uprising of Spartacus and his fellow gladiators on the Italian mainland, within a week's march of Rome, and threatened the social order not just of a single, isolated province, but of the entire state.
And when God gave out rythm He sure was good to you. You can add, subtract, multiply and divide... By two.
I know today's your birthday, And I did not buy no rose. But I wrote this song instead and I call it, "Popsicle Toes".
Popsicle toes. Popsicle toes are always froze. Popsicle toes. You're so brave to expose all those popsicle toes.
You must have been Miss Pennsylvania With all this pulchritude. How come you always load your Pentax When I'm in the nude? We oughta have a birthday party, And you can wear you birthday clothes We can hit the floor And go explore those Popsicle toes. You got the nicest North America This sailor ever saw. I'd like to feel your warm Brazil And touch your Panama
But Your Tierra del Fuegos Are nearly always froze. We gotta see saw Until we unthaw those Popsicle toes. Popsicle toes. Popsicle toes are always froze. Popsicle toes. You're so brave to expose all those popsicle toes
In the series FBGM
I've been around the worldA couple of times or maybe moreI've seen the sights, I've had delightsOn every foreign shoreBut when my mates all ask meThe place that I adoreI tell them right awayGive me a home among the gumtreesWith lots of plum treesA sheep or two, a k-kangarooA clothesline out the backVerandah out the frontAnd an old rocking chairYou can see me in the kitchenCooking up a roastOr Vegemite on toastJust you and me, a cup of teaAnd later on, we'll settle downAnd go out on the porchAnd watch the possums playThere's a Safeways up the cornerAnd a Woolies down the streetAnd a brand new place they've opened upWhere they regulate the heatBut I'd trade them all tomorrowFor a little bush retreatWhere the kookaburras callSome people like their housesWith fences all aroundOthers live in mansionsAnd some beneath the groundBut me I like the bush you knowWith rabbits running roundAnd a pumpkin vine out the back