The Ballad of Imre

by Dmitri Skomorochov
(Johnny Jump-Up by Traditional)

I'll tell you the story of Imre the EVIL,
Whose poisonous brew got banned from the camp,
So he stowed 'way the bottle and wandered the site,
Crying "I am not evil", all throughout the night,

The vodka, they claimed, wasn't cause for alarm,
But the wormwood inside it, they said was all wrong,
They hailed it as poison and sent him away,
Proclaimed that Imre and his brew couldn't stay,

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No never, no never, no never again,
If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten,
My eyes started burning, my face was all red,
That damned Fairy Puke made me wish I was dead,

What they didn't realize about this home mix,
It wasn't the danger that they all believed,
For though many people had tasted the brew,
No one ever asked for drink number two,

So now Fairy Puke will no more be seen,
Or tasted, and thus many people rejoice,
But Imre the Evil still wanders the site,
Crying "I am not evil" all throughout the night.

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