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FOR JOE McCARTHY

(With a Bow to Kipling's "Fuzzy-Wuzzey")

You must go overboard at times to reach the

underground

When Joe speaks out, he irritates the highbrows:

They say he hasn't got the proper touch;

And Time and Life and Fortune lift their eyebrows

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(An' Pravda doesn't like it overmuch).

The Compass blasts at him with hymns of hate;

The New Republic breaks into a sweat;

But Joe keeps loadin' up an' shootin' straight-

An' wham!--another pinko's in his net!

. . .

He rushes at the Commies when they drive,

An' before they know, he's hackin' at their head:

He's six Kilkenny cats when he's alive

An' he's generally shammin' when he's dead.

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