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THE CRIME

Song of the Hash Malden

In a steaming cafeteria

Works a seeming maid, Bysteria,

Wreathed in smells and tepid vapors,

Scowls and frowns at students' capers.

Poor of aim, she dabs and spatters

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Gobs of food on outstretched platters,

While she sings, this humdrum scullion,

As she slings her hot slum-gullion:

With a slip, slap, slop,

I serve my hash and goo:

With a drip, drap, drop,

It spills all over you.

Potatoes, asparagus, spinach and peas, Tomatoes and cabbage, spaghetti and cheese:

I dip 'em and sling 'em--

My title is "Goo

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