and hippie chook
were stalking Wook.
The Chinaman
named Mein-a-chen
and lying Kraut
were crying loud
So who has stirred
this stew of words?
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For my darling girl, keeping the breeze
take this scarf, tie it tightfor the chill of the nightI’ll send longjohns next year for your knees.