.. Honk, honk!_
Dig, dig, dig, it will have to be big,
_With a Hey and a Ho and a Hee-haw-hee!_
One great cavity, and then one more
For the bones of the SECRET'RY OF STATE FOR WAR;
The editor, the clerk and, of course, old THOMAS,
We wring their necks and we fling them from us
_Into the grave of the Boorzh-waw-ze,
With a Hi-ti-tiddle-i! ... Honk, honk!_
Peace and Brotherhood, that's our line,
_With a Hey and a Ho and a Hee-haw-hee!_
But nobody, of course, can co-exist
In the same small planet with a Communist;
Man is a brotherhood, that we know,
And the whole damn family has got to go
_Plomp in the grave of the Boorzh-waw-ze,
With a Hi-ti-tiddle-i! ... Honk, honk!_
Too many people are alive to-day,
_With a Hey and a Ho and a Hee-haw-hee!_
Red already is the Red, Red Sea
With the blood of the brutal Boorzh-waw-ze,
And that's what the rest of the globe will be--
_Believe me!_
We'll stand at last with the Red Flag furled*
In a perfectly void vermilion world
With the citizens (if any) who have _not_ been hurled
_Into the grave of the Boorzh-waw-ze,
With a Hi-ti-tiddle-i .
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