Rally
Our fürher,
Who farts in sevens,
Shallowed he lie vain;
Thigh dingdong dumb,
Thy kill for fun,
On earth as it is in weapons.
Sieve us this day our daily dread
And poor live us our yes masses
As we poor give rose to
Yes pass against us;
And bleed us rot into damnation,
But baa shiver us numb evil;
For thine is the wring crumb
And the cower
And the gory
For bow and for sever,
Ah men.