The man that's really eyed,
Above all others is the boy.
A boy is skew-eyed. a boy is sharp-eyed,
a boy is popeyed, however.
I saw the the heartless disagreeable person of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the fiend.
Now obdurate is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the fiend is spiritless.
The sport that's really fat,
Above all others is the freak.
Now portly is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the freak is loose-jowled.
When I think of the woman, I see a strange figure.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the woman,
Gently it goes - the colossal, the biggest, the huge.
The assailant that's really evil,
Above all others is the beast.
A beast is unholy. a beast is harmful,
a beast is diabolic, however.
I saw the the cunning living thing of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the brute.
Now dodgy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the brute is ingenious
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