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There once was a Festival Hall,
they would dance there and have a great ball.
Came a pitiful jerk
had been fired as clerk
he was pimply and not very tall.
Did his stirring and troubled the gang,
shot the dog with a gun and a bang.
Came the owner (a Kraut)
and he threw the guy out
and the folks thought he needed to hang.
So they gathered and grabbed the filou,
took him down to the Lancaster Zoo.
He objected to be
left to hang from the tree
to the sounds of the didgeridoo.
Herbert Nehrlich
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