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UNGLE REVENGE
This circus tamer – a nasty fellow
Horrendous drunkard and moody bile fiend
Unleashed his temper onto his subjects
The morning after he thus would speak to them
“Hark! Villains, I will grind your bones to dust,
And with your blood and it I`ll make a paste;
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads!”
He’d starve and beat’em, he’d spit and curse’em
To excess use he would put his stinging whip
His rage and anger, uncontrolled malice
Have turned against him – god’s treacherous deceit