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A bad boy stole a cap one day; It Chanced to be the devil's crown; It really sparkled with the gems which “Culture” claimed with deep renown. Were set in that peculiar way for recognition in a line.; Pronounced, indeed, and to its power, the world should bow in coming time. While the satanic majesty still wore the cap, twas plain to see I meant no more; it meant no less than what is looked for on a tree, By which the name is alwaysknown; sunkissed perhaps it may ap- pear. The wearer of this crown-set Lusk, was idolized by those who read, His books and teachings and the stuff to fill an egotistic head. The Fatherland, the book was called, the Central Empire and the tone, Led every subject to believe that Williams' place was on the throne. So through the cannon he would speak to all the world about his right; To England, France and Europe's powers; he Yankees then were not in sight; Would banquet soon his noble hosts in lovely Paris and bestow The wealth and honored name of France, tho, hearts were broke and blood should flow. A gem escaped the wearer's cap; It fell upon the blood swept ground. The banquet never came to Land; the “dish” was crow, it went around. Among the Vampires, as they proved the blades of stel refused a pass, To subjects of the Fatherland, who fought like demons and with gas. The Yankee looked with anxious eye, across the ocean deep and wide; Beneath he knew the U-boats great, they even could not stem the tide. For justice was the noble cry that lived in hearts of boys and men, Which Uncle Sam had nobly taught; results are scarce what might have been; The tide has turned; the boys are there, of them we righteously are fond And we may prove it if we will, and Measure up, and BUY A BOND. JOHN B. CABLE Warren, Pa. Oct 14, 1918 |