They thought it was just a cute, little restaurant, a shop or maybe even a church
But if they ever came to know the truth, it would give their world-view a tectonic lurch
For, you see, the white cottage was actually the headquarters of our secret organization
Revealing whose name would invite imprisonment, execution, or God forbid, rustication
Each member of our team is carefully selected to look innocent and innocuous
We are trained for five years just to keep our expression perfectly vacuous
The next ten years are devoted to practicing perfect timing for reaching just the right spot
And only then is a member inducted into the elite execution team, but only if there is a vacant slot
The job that we do is incredibly risky
The hours are long, and our targets can be quite pesky
But we continue to toil, onward and upward, much like in the story of King Robert Bruce and the spider
Or the poet Longfellow’s youth holding the banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
And so when we saw the Indian couple with a camera in their hand
We quickly got into the act, and gathered our band
And it is evidence of our clockwork-like efficiency, that in the midst of their smiles and their laughs
The Indians didn’t even realize that they’d been hit by the Bombers of the Photographs!