Oh dear dear old friend
I ask you another time again
What did you seem to be so slight
That you thought I wanted to fight
I was true to myself and G-d
And you hated that you were a log
And you spoke of the genuine
Yet you dined like the pseudo devine
So you will have to excuse my toast
So to you I will now indeed boast
That your ship has not come in
And you must now swim
And I myself will dine
With the host who is true to the line
I will do quite well
You might not like my true well
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