STEADFAST FRITZ.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 3, 1 April 1920, Page 1

STEADFAST FRITZ.

The leopard cannot change his spots, The oagle live on milk, The whale inhabit corner lots, The sow's ear fcurn to silk ; And now we're not surprised to hear That pigs cannot grow wings, That still Fritz holds devout and dear The boot-toes of his kings. Good Germans still believc to-day That monarchs are divine, And freedom is, to such as thev, As pearls cast down to swine; lAitz loves to wallow in the mud, Ir deep, delicious dread, While some high scoundrel, gorged with blood, Tramps hard upon his head. His tasks are simple as can be; Rye bread, both hard and black, A pot of beer — and yearneth he To feel upon his back Perched, as upon those foreign strands With Sinbad lorn did trek, Ar; incubus, with tvo fierce hands Gripped tight aboui his neck. "Give us this day our daily hread!" The voice of freedom sings, But Fritz, with sackeloth on his head, Prays, "Gott, return our kings!" He fain would hear ihe whip-stroke sing, And cower at the approach Of his wild homicidal king : You cannot change the Boche.