Molly was a lass a bigoted morass
And never a lover of shrimp
She never was clever or made an endeavour
Her thinking was a bit of a blimp.
Could never find a reason during any season
To figure out her deep dislike
Although never had tasted broiled or basted
Our poor crustacean on a fork or spike
Her dislike extended to usa unbended
Americans she hated with might
But couldn't find a reason for her ire unseasoned
But sincerely felt she was right!
Now Molly oh Molly you were a foul folly
From the moment you were but born
Right from the soft womb to the dark tunneled tomb
Your wisdom is a thorn trail of scorn
Now people like you are plentiful too
Eight million and counting till day
Prejudiced and proud bigoted and loud
Preach their filth on the unwary and pray
To their Jewish desert god address him Lord
Jew Hobo they' call him the clods
When yu question their creed for lack of evidence indeed
They've no answer the dumbfounded sods
So Molly I think you need a stiff drink
And a roll in the hay with a Yankee
Or a stud from Iowa an apache or Kiowa
They'll show ya a good time and thank Ye
Once yu've slid down the totem and tickled by the scrotem
Remember its made in the US of A
Your prejudices will.vanish and bigotry banished
A kindly prawn will have shown yu the way!!
