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[An old joke from longer ago than I care to believe]

The wizened war vet raised his fist in distress
Them Fokkers, he said, they kept coming
Each Fokker that came was as bad as the rest
The sky, full of Fokkers, was humming

First there’s one Fokker and then one more Fokker
Them Fokkers was everywhere
But one silly Fokker met Davy Jones locker
And crashed in the sea over there

The reporter then turned to the viewers
And fearing foul language complaints 
Advised them that ‘Fokker’ ain't swearing
The Fokker’s were old fighter planes 

And Fokkers like every old war plane
We’re flown by the pilots own wits
The vet said a Fokker was as you explain
But them Fokkers was Meschersmidts

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