He appeared, a short-arsed man in a uniform,
Walking funny, strutting like a goose
As if his legs wore callipers
He only spoke one word we understood
Exterminate like a demented Dalek
The children danced around him
Whooped and laughed, then let him be
He was no fun at all, Herr ink moustache
He stank of something horrible like Death
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