Benjamin buckles up his welt,
Benjamin swats the child a pelt,
Slapping it just below the belt.

Standing upon two kitchen chairs,
The hapless Benjamin—he swears,
Then throws the baby down the stairs.

The child skedaddles mad with fear,
Just like a ragged chanticleer,
Sobbing its grief in mother's car.

The Mother Molly, hear her yell,
Saying, "The gink I'll make him spell
Perdition in the flames of Hell."

The Mother Molly with a sniff
Mysteriously hieroglyph,
Says to herself, "I'll scrape that guy,
Salting each gut with alkali."

With vengeful purpose, no retreat,
Moll hurries down the shady street.
She pauses at the proper goal,
The house of Benjamin, poor soul.

Moll rushes thru the sticky mud,
          She hurries up the flight of stairs,
          Gnashing her teeth, oh how she swears,
"Oh give me blood, oh give me blood."

The hapless Benjamin poor pimp,
Stood on the upper step quite limp,
All rickety. His ear he picks,
One of his many ratty tricks.

Much like the stricken deer at bay,
The hapless Benjamin says, "Pray
Don't let your duty flop the tray.
What is the use of splitting hairs?
The child was naughty, put on airs,
That's why I threw it down the stairs."

Benjamin now begins to scratch,
Fighting his bugs. He is no match
For Moll, the agitated mare.
Benjamin jumps upon a chair.

The hapless Benjamin all chill
Up to the neck with sticky thrill,
Shrieks like a pig deprived of swill.

Moll hops across the open space,
Slapping poor Ben across the face,
          Plump on the kisser. See the blood
Flow from his nose, running a race
          There on the floor mingled with mud.

Moll strikes with fistic flaming squibs,
Cutting the flesh with razor nibs.
Her fingers penetrate Ben's ribs.

Moll delves within tearing apart
Ben's lungs. She stabs the traitor heart.
She hacks Ben's liver, never swerves.
She disembowels Ben. She serves
Each kidney with the third degree.
Thirsting for vengeance, don't you see.
She wraps Ben's entrails round her knee.

Ben's liver rests upon the shelf,
There is no semblance of himself.
His wicked heart cooks on the stove,
Sizzling from Mosquito Cove.

The hapless Benjamin takes wings,
Both of his lungs do funny things,
Whirling about the room in rings.

Listen, I hear the brazen knell.
The wicked Sinner went to Hell
With all his members disembogue.
Poor hapless Benjamin the rogue.

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