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The Germans drove tanks into Paris,
And Marshall Petain said, “Okay.
We’ll bow and we’ll grin
And we’ll welcome them in,
And maybe they’ll leave us some day.”
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The Germans were keen on their football,
And they challenged the French to a game,
And Marshall Petain,
Such an affable man,
Agreed with a nod to the game.
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Admission was two thousand deutschmark,
A sizeable sum they’d to shell out.
But Marshall Petain,
Was a well-content man,
For the crowd at the game was a sell-out.
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