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
(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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