Few were the questions drilling through Willy,
But one was the snaggiest of snags.
And when that question got into Willy,
the brush would drop from Willy's hands.
And it so happened...
...that just then...
...to visit the cigar king Henry Clay...
...came, whiter than a flock of clouds...
...the mightiest...
...of the Sugar Kings.
I beg your pardon, Mr. Bragg!
Why must even white, white sugar
be made by a black Negro?
A black cigar doesn't go with your moustache -
That's for a Negro with a white moustache!
And if you like coffee with sugar,
be pleased to make the sugar yourself!
The black man breathed through his bashed-up nose...
...and picked up the brush, as he held his cheekbone.
How was he to know...
...that with such a question...
With such a question...
...one would have to turn...
...to the Comintern, to Moscow?
LENIN
Workers of all countries...
...and the oppressed peoples of the world...
UNITE!
THE END
Mostly literal translation by Niffiwan (2024)