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Spread the ashes on my fern
Someday they just might learn
That all Natzy Bastards must fry
Dough Boys are never shy
It's our job to do or die
We see the gray and start to yern
But our patience is very stern
Though the moon is very high
The HE will light the night sky
Oh will they never turn
The Natzy Bastard has to burn
Copyright ©2002 Lowell Dean Dodson