| Pither, fither,
Lock and lither,
Schlock and flither,
Clock and chither--
Out on the way to Mayfair we bumped
Into a drunken lazy bum who stumbled.
Now we swindle, swelter, and connive, and
The Jews and all my juicy friends are helter-skelter!
Shriek your shrug and hang your quiver,
But don't just hang around here
Like some kind of bad luck personified
Or with any great expectations, either, Chuck!
Pig snouts, without a doubt,
Who knows what'll rise up out of the dust next
Or what will rip what ripe flesh
Or who will go down in pride now without a word?
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)