All the Youths down in Youth-ville hated Christians a lot. But the Frinch– who all lived in Paris, just north of Youth-ville– did not. Or, more precisely, they kept Christ at arm’s length Understanding completely France’s “secular strength.” Now we call them all “Youths”, ’cause the papers won’t stress What makes them so violent– you’ll just have to guess. So all the Frinch smoked and drank and lived without fear And they waited for government checks to appear And just when their faith had been completely diluted Three Moo-si-lem “Youths” got E-lectro-cuted. “Why, they’re burning our streets!” all the Frinch...