HOW TO KILL THE KAISER.

Taranaki Daily News, 25 September 1915, Page 9

HOW TO KILL THE KAISER.

MAORILAND SOLDIER'S ADVICE. An Auckland member of the Field Engineers at present in Cairo breaks Into verse. He entitles his little lay "The Question," and it runs as follows: — Is it 'cause we're simply soldiers, Or strangers in this land, That these "Gyptians" swarm around us, Like specks of desert sand? From first thing in the morning It's the one incessant cry: "Egyptian Times!" "Egyptian Mail!" They pester you to buy. It's "Eggs are cook or oringees," "You buy 'em cigarlette?" They really are the greatest coons That I have ever met. When you stroll around sight-seeing Along the different routes, A crowd of kids pursue you, Shouting: "Mister, clean it boots?" When you sit down for a whisky To put you in good mood, There's a whisper at your elbow: "Buy 'em postcard, very good?" You clear away a-cursing, But you're soon bailed up outside, With: "Mister, you go pyramid? "You want 'em donkey ride?" You pay the cabby twice his fare. And safely dodge the police; The cabman whispers in your ear: "Mister give it Baksheesh?" Just send a mob of "Gyptians" Across to Kaiser Bill; If they don't-drive him off his nut, I guess there's nothing will.