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SONG OF THE DEVIL YORKIE.

As sung by the dogs on the other side of the fence.

He’s just so unbelievably evil.  
He’s just so inconceivably bad.
In every cotton boll, he’s the weevil.
His machinations drive us quite mad.

The things he says cannot be forgotten,
And to forgive them would be a crime.
He’s just so unbelievably,
Inconceivably
Rotten
All of the time!

SONG.

Did you really think I wouldn’t?
Do you really think I won’t?
If you’re underestimating me,
Then don’t.
Just don’t.

By the time you say I shouldn’t,
It’s too late: I
’ll have begun.
By the time you’re through berating me
I’m done—
Quite done.