SIMPLE RHYMES FOR STIRRING TIMES.
Who hugged us to his martial breast, And on our cheeks false kisses pressed, And said that Brotherhood was best? The Kaiser. When wiser patriots raised the cry, That Prussia plotted on tbe sly, Who said it was a cruel lie? The Kaiser. Who manufactured mammoth guns, And served out "lire sticks" to the Huns, And made swashbucklers of his sons? The Kaiser. Who ultimately showed his cards, And, buttered by Teutonic bards, Dropped air bombs in suburban yards? The Kaiser. Who. swore to grind us into dust, But found our land of rot and rust Quite unexpectedly robust? The Kaiser. Who's got to learn a tiling or two Before we've done with him, and who Has bitten more than lie can chew? Tbe Kaiser. (Jessie Pope, in London Daily Mail).
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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXV, Issue 81, 9 April 1915, Page 2
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136SIMPLE RHYMES FOR STIRRING TIMES. Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXV, Issue 81, 9 April 1915, Page 2
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