1917 Testo

Going down Morgan with Janko, Jerko, and Jerry,
We downed our Pils, and over at the South Shore, they sipped their sherry.
I opened my Kaiserized speller to learn what they know:
Nurse killers, annexers-executioners, wo!
Hey Slavonians, be ye mindful
That our ❝tis tongue dies never.
The happy Hun Felsch sure likes his blond beer
And I like his doubles so much I might even cheer.
Last year he had enough and got fixed on the cardinal
Who❝d pardon all
The riff-raff and all their sinister ways and halfs and he laughs
Over on 56th, and he❝s got the arsenic on his left White Sock
And he sees the chicken stock in a big black pot
And he pours in the lot, but what ruined or saved the day
Was that the soup then turned gray, and a hundred higher-ups came
Back from the hospital to keep getting wafers from Mundelein:
But now the Gigantics are getting the tar taken out of their pine
By my hero Red Faber and I❝m ready to get rapprochement with my neighbor
As part of the healthy back and forth❝
But not if he❝s from up north.
So I ask Dad, Why can❝t we ever win, ever win, once?
Go ask Dad, why you can❝t ever win, ever win, once.