Millennium 2000.

   Tho 'tis the season to be jolly,
   We must do away with all that's folly.
   Tort demons of every shape and size
   We are resolved to exorcise.

   We will be the dragon slayers
   Of victim's foes and tort naysayers,
   Ignite a bonfire of their vanities,
   Preserving rights and tort humanities.

   Strip the mask off tort "reformers,"
   Bare their conspiracy as law deformers.
   And courthouse doors swing open wide,
   To hear the pleas of humantide.

   Let all the injured of the earth
   In the halls of justice find rebirth,
   Restoring hope of all despairing
   For justice that is fair and caring.

   We do not toil for fatted calves,
   But for the have-nots, not the haves.
   We speak for the lost, the lame, the dying,
   All who come to us for justice crying.

   To raise up all who may be falling--
   That, indeed, is our proud calling.