His hands were blue
His tie was red
His children say
Listen to what he said
But the coast is clear
He lost his rug
His happiness was an affront
For the villain of the day
So he taxed three banjos
And he closed his camera
And he jailed his mistress
The floor was his sleeve
But we looked away from his hat
And we skipped his foray
He mangles simplicity
And he broke them on his knee
So language forgot his name
And the call never to blame
For acid was on his teeth
A placid for his wreath
The man was a monster
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