There’s a merry meal for him!
So teaching the youth how life should be seen,
He plucketh the feathers of Verdant Green.
Fast he leadeth him on at a terrible pace
(Yet how staunch doth his false heart seem);
How closely he twineth, how tight he clings
To his friend “Mishter Verdant Green!”
All the while slily weaving around his path,
A net that very soon will
Put a stop to his game; then no longer the Jew