Chapter VIII
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The Gogs are good, the Gogs are great, They rule a realm of real estate. Their greedy little eyes are slits That vision beauty torn to bits, And when the night's aglow with stars They stagger through the lupinars. The Gogs are good, the Gogs are great We slave to rent their real estate; We toil in their behalf like fools, Obey their customs, creeds and rules, Because each intellectual hog Would like to be, and is a Gog!