going down morgan with janko, jerko, and jerry,
we downed our pils, and over at the south shore, they sipped their sherry.
i opened my kaiserized speller to learn what they know:
nurse killers, annexers-executioners, wo!
hey slavonians, be ye mindful
that our tis tongue dies never.
the happy hun felsch sure likes his blond beer
and i like his doubles so much i might even cheer.
last year he had enough and got fixed on the cardinal
who d pardon all
the riff-raff and all their sinister ways and halfs and he laughs
over on 56th, and he s got the arsenic on his left white sock
and he sees the chicken stock in a big black pot
and he pours in the lot, but what ruined or saved the day
was that the soup then turned gray, and a hundred higher-ups came
back from the hospital to keep getting wafers from mundelein:
but now the gigantics are getting the tar taken out of their pine
by my hero red faber and i m ready to get rapprochement with my neighbor
as part of the healthy back and forth
but not if he s from up north.
so i ask dad, why can t we ever win, ever win, once?
go ask dad, why you can t ever win, ever win, once. |