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Show THE CREATION OF RUSSIA When the Lord was. designing creation, crea-tion, And laying out ocean and land; With, never an hour's relaxation,? Nor a moment to spit on him hand, As anyone will in a hurry, He let things get by, now and then; In all the excitement, and worry. That he should have done over again. So rather than mess up the outfit, He saved every blunder and blot; And laid it aside in the ocean, To use at the end of his plot. And the sixth afternoon of bis contract, con-tract, His brain, expiring that day, He bailed out the dregs of creation, . And shoved the latter away. He scroffed all the wreckage and tailing, And the leavings and scum 5f the dump, And he made on the shores of the Arctic, 1 I A great international dump. He rushed the thing through in a hurry, And because of the hurry he was in, He dubbed the location Russia, And Russia it always has been. And feeling blue, and sarcastic, Because it was Saturday night. He picked out the worst corner of all And called it Archangel for spite. It's there they do everything backwards, back-wards, f And the mud doesn't dry between rains, There money and sawdust are plenty And thieving is better than brains. It's the land of the Kike, and Bohunk, The herring and mud colored crows. My strongest impression of Russia, Got into my head through my nose. It's the land of the infernal odor, The land of the national smell, The average United States soldier Would rather be quartered in hell. Oh! it's back to the States for yours truly, I'm not wishing anyone ill, But Russia can hang, for all I care, And truly I reckon she will. Yes, it's back to the States for yours truly, A sadder, but wiser young chap, The Lord played a joke on creation When Russia He placed on the map. Author unknown. |