Poor, Poor Joseph

Next day, far from home
 The brothers planned a repulsive crime
 (Let us grab him now)
 (Do him in, while we've got the time)
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 This they did, and made the most of it
 Tore his coat and flung him in pit
 (Let us leave him here)
 (All alone and bound to die)
 When some Ishmaelites
 A hairy crew, came riding by
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 In a flash, the brothers changed their plan
 (We need cash, let's sell him if we can)
 Poor, poor Joseph—whatcha gonna do?
 Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha gonna do?
 Poor, poor Joseph—whatcha gonna do?
 Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha gonna do?
 Could you use a slave
 You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?
 Young, strong, well-behaved
 Going cheap, and he reads and writes
 In a trice, the dirty deal was done
 Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son
 Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow
 Off to Egypt where Joseph was not keen to go
 It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell
 (Oh, and I don't speak Egyptian very well)
 Joseph's brothers tore his precious multi-colored coat
 Having ripped it up, they next attacked a passing goat
 Soon the wretched creature was no more
 They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore
 Oh now, brothers—how low can you stoop?
 You make a sordid group, hey—how low can you stoop?
 Poor, poor Joseph—sold to be a slave
 Situation's grave, hey—sold to be a slave