Pray what is a Jack
          Scrambled goose with a noose?
Can it swim, does it quack ?
          All trash mere excuse—
One neat little hoax,
          Jokes for the bloke's fiddle faddle.
Before the goose croaks
          Sing the song—it's all twaddle.
Attention good folks
Escape from all yokes
          Hail the black buggy juice.
          Flail the Jack scrambled goose
          Jail the cracker gay quack.
          Ever sack the brave Jack

Spriggins—Wiggins pray tarry.
Time—more time don't parry.
Leave me alone, please, lest I
Scribble the truth. Oh I fry!
          My heart is on fire.
The demon let loose
Now tightens the noose
          With cruel desire.
No mercy no truce
With th' Jack scrambled goose.

Don't be a Jack scrambled goose
f you play slack there's a noose
          All ready to gripe
          Your neck. Your poor tripe
Will be sore afflicted because
The monster with feathery paws
Sharpening both of its jaws
Concealing its poisonous claws
          Will give you the deuce
          Far worse than bug juice
Defying all laws
And foolish seesaws.
          So pray thee cut loose
          From th' Jack scrambled goose.

Th' Type Setter waits. I can't scribble
Nor nibble—Oh dolorous dribble.
          My broken heart sickens.
Deplorable plight!
          My torpid pulse quickens
Oh help me do right!
          Oh give me the heart of a Bruce
          I'll banish the Jack scrambled goose.

That Type Setter vile
With villainous smile—
          He won't wait an hour for me
          He holds the right bower. Oh gee!
That Type Setter Joe
He thinks I am slow
          No go—the time presses
Yes that's his excuse
          Correctly he guesses.
The Demon let loose
          Now fondly caresses
The Jack scrambled goose
          Whose feathery tresses
          Hide many abscesses.

Pray hang up the noose. Jug
The Jack scrambled goose bug.
          May fire eternal
          Devour the kernel
Down deep in thy brain.
Descendant of Cain.
          Thou wretched Type Setter
          The Devil's abettor
This manuscript now
Is thine; clear thy brow
          And swallow the juice
          The bug juice poor goose.

All victory thine
          Unfaithful Type Setter.
I'm sticky with brine
          Sifted fine, oh this fetter!
Oh Spriggins and Wiggins
I'm sick of these diggins.
          Stand off—quick unloose
          The Jack scrambled goose.
Wash out my poor brain!

Oh this sickening pain!
          Begone no excuse
          I've done with the juice
          The bug juice abuse
          So go to the deuce—
          (Oh yes I've cut loose
          From th' Jack scrambled goose).

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