Cosmopolitan Hitler

He was a poor young lad
Grewed up in the slums of a brickyard
Everyday working for his dear old Uncle
At the brickyard
Where he grewed up
Now this young lad grewed up in a brickyard
Where he worked hardly for his uncle
And he became muscular and strong for his demeanor
So strong he could work at a brickyard for his uncle
In fact he did so, before
Now this young lad became just a
Lad
His strength also manifested in his mind
So strong he could lift an idea
Two or three at a time!
nobody knew, not even he
Of his strengths.
You see, muscles are shameful
Anysome should know that
So he hid it until an even hour in the even
He did not read, but he wrote books
Books he read and learned from
He wrote the same book
Twenty-three times
It was a great book I must say.
It was called
Cosmopolitan Hitler.