We grovel, grovel, bow and scrape:
we kowtow, crawl and lick their boots,
fawn and flatter, curry favor
from morning until late at night.
We cater to their every need
and keenly heed their faintest call.
We will excuse their cruelest deeds
and blame their victims, one and all
(even babes killed in mother's arms.)
We're goyim; they're the Chosen ones.
Lest we incur their righteous wrath,
we cower and demean ourselves
and keep note: always be umble.