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It’s inspection time! – put on a show.
That plutonium – it has to go
Where we usually hide it
And right there beside it,
Those warheads – stack them in a row.

Of our tunnels, they haven’t a clue,
And we’ve many a bunker that’s new –
Full of gas centrifuges
Well hidden from stooges.
We’ve only one fear – that damned Jew!