54.
SONG OF IMPARTIAL HEARING EXAMINER

I said to myself when I first saw
  this case
'Versive, subversive, subversive.
And now that I sit here and look
  at his face
It's 'versive, subversive, subversive.
Insidious thoughts that he's trying
  to hide
And a communist bug in his little
  inside
So let's have the hearing and then
  I'll decide
'Versive, subversive, subversive.

Brownell said, "We'll give them a
  hearing indeed;
Those 'versives, subversive, sub-
  versives.                     '
"The courts have gone to hell; who
  knows where it can lead?
They're 'versives, subversives,
  subversives."
So I said to him, "Herbie", Yes,
  "Herbie", I cried
"You need have no fears, they will
  not turn the tide.
We'll grant them this hearing and
  then I'll decide
'Versive, subversive, subversive.

I'll hear both our witnesses testify
  that
They're 'versive, subversive,
  subversive
(And I won't even listen to radical
rats)
They're 'versive, subversive,
  subversive.
If they raise clever points, I'll
  just brush them aside
And if they are nasty, no nonsense
  abide.
I'll treat them quite fairly, and
  then I'll decide
'Versive, subversive, subversive."

IT'S SISTER JENNY'S TURN TO THROW
           THE BOMB

In an anarchist hovel, so humble
   and so mean,
Smell the pungent odors of nitro-
   glycerine,
For they are making fuses
And filling jars with nails
While all the Slavic children
Sing out with mournful wails.

CHORUS:
Oh, it's sister Jenny's turn to
   throw the bomb, bomb, bomb,
The last one did in poor old brother
   Tom, Tom, Tom,
For Momsky's aim is bad
And the copskies all know Dad 
So it's sister Jenny's turn to throw
   the bomb.
 

SANITARY BOMB

In a governmental office
So spotless and so clean,
You can hear the wheels a-turning
As our leaders think and scheme.
They are busy making drawings
And cutting things to scale
So citizens have confidence
Our leaders cannot fail.

Oh, they're making up a sanitary  .
   bomb, bomb, bomb,
When it falls it will not do quite
   so much harm, harm, harm.
If the Air Corps' aim is bad,
Do not worry, just feel glad,
That you'll die in peaceful,
   antiseptic calm. 
 


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