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You Are Yiddish

For breakfast British have a bowl of shreddy And at lunch like beer hearty and heady Had salad of Waldorf while out wondering About lightening with all the thundering. How about pudding liked in Yorkshire You wanted to have will taking a tour Then with big brain that had expanded In South Hampton we will have landing. Essex entered and met a fine friend And return there again we do intend Should have seen his great Selfy Looked like Big Ben Franklin in Philadelfy. Wo wo wo along with another ho ho ho And also what about a way we all go To become again somewhat British Unless in Israel where you are Yiddish. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

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