'Why I Hate my Uncle' by Willy Hitler.
It isn't 'cos he did a stint,
For starting up a brawl;
Nor the fact that Uncle Alf,
Would hardly ever call.
It's not because his lady-friend,
Was just a little butch.
Or that he missed my birthday,
'Cos he had a hall to Putsch.
It isn't cos his 'tache is weird,
Or 'cos he gets excited,
When travelling cross the border,
And staying, uninvited.
To tell you'd take too long,
From Spring through all the seasons,
Suffice to say there's lots of things;
About six million reasons.