Not last night but the night before, twenty-
four Gestapo came knocking at the door.
As we ran out, they ran in, and this is
what they shouted then: Oh, Ju-den, Ju-den,
turn around. Oh, Ju-den, Ju-den, touch the
ground. Ju-den, Ju-den, get out of town.
Fly away, fly away, fly away home.
Your house is on fire, your children alone.
Black currant, red currant, raspberry tart,
this is the day and hour you’ll depart.
All you Juden, how you wander, from one
land in-to another. Führer promised
Aryan fear — We’ll have no more Juden
here. All these homeless Juden, lo, where shall
these poor Juden go? Send them east. No, send
them west. No, send them where they’re loved the best.
One suitcase, two parcel, three rucksack, four,
five suitcase, six parcel, seven rucksack,
more — Füh-rer said to spare the Ger-mans and
these are too Jew. You, left. You, right.
First Jew I see tonight. I wish I may,
I wish I might, kill the Jews I see tonight.
Pretty, pretty Irma, striding through the
campgrounds. Shining boots and bright whip, flying
through the campgrounds. Smile, Irma, smile. Flash your
big blue eyes. Shoot to the east, and shoot to
the west, then shoot the Jew that you love best.
Kommandant, Kommandant, Führer’s man, bake
me a Jew as fast as you can. Strip him
and beat him and mark him with J. Put him
in the oven for a Judenrein day.
Red cherries, blue berries, blackberry jam,
look to the chimneys — you’ll see where I am.
Mama, Mama, I am sick. Send for the
doctor, quick, quick, quick. Doctor comes and says,
Too bad: this one’s surely meant for gas. Nurse
then comes and sighs, Too bad: Mama also
will not pass. Papa, Papa, here we die;
you will find us in the sky. When the smoke
has cleared away, it will be a sunny
day. Ring around the roses, we’re the sons
of Moses. Ashes. Ashes. Jews fall down.
Now we lay us down to sleep; we pray the
Lord our souls to keep. If we die before
we wake, we pray the
Lord our souls to take.
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