"The day I meet old Trotsky,
He'll take me by the hand
And peer suspiciously
At me: but I'll understand;
And I'll stare back at Trotsky!
"If he asks you why you're loath,
Why you cower back, unfree?"
"I'll take him by the throat
And tell him to eff off:
I'll say: 'I've done enough!
And if he asks me what I am..."
"You'll know the answer: 'useless scum'!"