OK, so this is for one of my Christmas stories in my mega-fanfic "The Baker Street Family Chronicles":
It's X-mas, 1899. The Rat Trap Family Restaurant is holding a Christmas party for all of London.
Evelyn, Auburn, the R.T. Band, & the Little Women (Olivia, Julie, Jane, Gadget, & Eliza) are holding a Holiday Concert as a part of the celebration.
Jiggy (the Juggling Octopus) wants to sing the Hannakuh Song, on account of he's Jewish. But he also has doubts, seeing that some of the British citizens don't care for Jewish animals.
As the Baker Street Family is getting ready for their own Christmas celebrations, they also have to protect Jiggy from the Jew-Haters, an anti-Semitic group who stalks the streets during the holiays, looking for Jewish people to beat up & mug.
They even have a song:
We are the Jew-haters
We're racist & mean
We don't like the Hebrews
They're very unclean
Every Yule morning,
We stalk all the streets
Lookin' for dirty Jew
Lowlives to beat!
We don't spare you mercy
So don't squawk for help
We'll beat you full sore
'Til you're limp as a kelp!
We are the Jew-haters
We hate all the Hebrews
Better run while you can
But you know it's no good!
In time, everyone learns the importance of tolerance.
And the R.T. hosts a wonderful X-mas party.
What do you think? Any suggestions or comments?

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