The weirdly bearded long-tongued frog
The monstrous orange two-faced hog:
To sea they went in pee-gold boat
So heavy lead it could not float.
“Who shall we hate today, my Frog?”
“Let’s see ‘bout artists, I say, Mr. Hog.
Or tallish folks from Wichita
Or working poor from Saginaw!”
“Let’s tell some lies; they’re dime a dozen.
They eat their babies and do their cousin!”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Melon the Felon.
No matter how nutty, I’m sure we can sell on.”
The bearded frog and the orange-faced hog.
They happily planned their hatred when fog
Unnoticed it crept; surrounded their ark.
Then thrashing around them—a sharp-toothed shark!
“Don’t worry weird frog, a battery’s near!
Jump out and place it right by its ear!”
“Okay, Mine Fooler, surely, I’ll do it.”
“I thank you slave, if lethal, I’ll sue it!”
The weirdly bearded long-tongued frog
Became the morsel saving the hog.
The pee-gold boat was nothing but sticks.
Hog screamed and flailed and kicked his kicks.
But not for long was shark beside.
The hog became just chum in tide.
And soon the fog was silent, calm.
It seemed to be the ocean’s balm.
But ‘neath the waves the shark felt sick.
Such poisonous fare killed him quick.
His teeth fell out; his stomach churned.
Intestines burst—his gills all burned.
The poison greed of hog and frog
Destroyed all like mustard fog.
America woke from hypno-hate.
And all were saved from Nazi fate.
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