Forward, the Light Broom Brigade!

Alley Cat Bike Ride, this Sunday afternoon, 3pm.
Pass it on!

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All across the bridge of Death
Rode the street sweepers.
'Forward, the Light Broom Brigade!
Charge for the glass!’ he said:
Across the bridge of Death
Rode the street sweepers.
(with apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson)