You know, Joe, it's a funny thing, Joe!

You worried most of your life about me:
always afraid I'd get a job with you,
always scared I might get served with you,
paralyzed I'd want to love your sister,
or that she might love me.

Didn't want me to eat with you,
scared I might sit with you -
but with that atom bomb, Joe,
looks like I'm gonna die with you!

What do you think, is it too late
to make that A-bomb segregate?

One little change would suit me fine:
just add a big "White Only" sign.