Song of the Holocauster:

Whenever I am getting beat
And feel the argument is lost
I use a trick my father taught:
And scream the dread word, “Holocaust!”

I never need to fear defeat -
Though every word I speak is crossed -
I have a word that trumps them all
Should I but say it: “Holocaust!”

And when I find myself in court
I know who’s going to win because
The judge will lend a kindly ear
Each time that I say, “Holocaust!”

All politicians bow and scrape
Dissenting voices are soon quashed
When I stand at the podium
And cry about “The Holocaust!”

Historians become perplexed
When into prison they are tossed
’Cause they unwisely delved into
The mysteries of “Holocaust!”

Should you awaken from your slumber
There among the great unwashed
You’ll hear the television scream
The lullaby of “Holocaust!”

I have no need to prove my facts
All challenges are quickly squashed
When I sit at the wheel
Of the juggernaut called “Holocaust!”

The years roll by for you and I
The world goes round without a pause
Yet in six million years, you’ll still—
Be hearing of: “The Holocaust!”