Typhoid – Poem, (Its poisonous) by Hank
Hamburger Boys, Lincoln-Washington Battalion, Almuchel, September 1937; Harry Randall: Fifteenth International Brigade Films and Photographs; ALBA PHOTO 011-0808; D015; Tamiment Library/Robert F. Wagner Labor Archives Elmer Holmes Bobst Library 70 Washington Square South New York, NY 10012, New York University Libraries.
The Volunteer for Liberty, V2, No. 25, July 19, 1938
Ode to the Fly
The fly, the fly,
oh me, oh my,
it gets in my hair,
it sits on my chair.
In spite of all “Flit”
it gets in Your ….
and then in my soup.
oh my, what a scoop!
It is on terms
with all sorts of germs:
Dysenteria
– oh madre mia –
Typhoid Malaria
– good bye, Sanitaria.
When left in the open
it’s ill disposed,
and therefore, amigo,
Your fly – keep it closed.
