Would you jump through a hoop
On fire to pry and snoop
Through fishy files and folders
To get a sizzling scoop
That would dupe your gregarious group
Into eating snake soup?
How would you feel
If your fastidious friend pretended
That he'd repented
When he merely suspended
Cowardly crooks who defended
Men whose ways never mended?
Should you at all costs
Poke fun at him who spoke
Ill of the Sabbath society
And in addition broke
Every amiable advice given by the bloke
Who spilt the yellow yolk.
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