In the beginning

When Klassen banged his head

He created an exclusive club

That only had 'purebred'.

 

'Right', he said, while slurring

And he focused on his skin

'If ya got dis... creamy...whitish shade

Den.. Fucking great, you're in!'

 

Hitler was the quickest

With one glance at his hand

He had land, and jews, and prison camps

and SS to command

 

Then came De Klerk and Moore

and Duke

And several other men

And Klassen was delighted

when the membership reached ten

 

"Blankies" Roared the leader,

And the cubbyhouse grew still

"We've worked out who the pure breds are,

But which race should kill?"

 

"The Jews." Said Hitler, smirking,

"Plus, I might've made a start."

"No! We should hate Blacks!" Argued De Klerk

"I've made them live apart!"

 

"Oh..whoopdydoo, apartheid..."

"Yeah?... well you're camps look pretty small!"

But Klassen solved the fight, and asked,

"Why don't we just hate all?"

 

So the creation of creators

was created on that day

 they drew up plans and comic strips-

Exchanged their blood as pay

 

And the moment was quite solemn

until Hitlers phone made sound,

he picked it up,

and pouted,

and asked,

"when can mum come round?"