I wanna tell, and will not lie
I've seen yet fried pigeons fly
They flew into the distance
Their bellies turned up towards the sky
Their backs towards the ground
Four men wanted to catch a hare
They came walking on crutches and stilts
One could not hear
The other was blind, a third was lame
The fourth could not speak
Now I don't know how it came to pass
That the blind one saw the hare
Nibbling grass on stretched-out plain
The dumb one told the dead one
The lame he got the hare
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A mariner once journeyed on dry land
He put up his sail against the wind
With his bright eyes
Then he rode towards a steep hill
And had to drown in it
In Hamburg stands a high tower
That never falls, come wind, come storm
Protruding firmly out of the stacks
A cow herder from the city
Has blown it over with his horn
"Lies have short Legs" (1)
Is one of many lies
But there is some truth to it
Just look, when you see a "Great Man"
Attentively at his legs.
I wanna tell and will not lie
I've yet seen men birthing babies
They had much to suffer
But now they have passed a law
That allows them to do an abortion
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