f de hunt.

But somedimes ven de Kaiser's in doubt,
Und already can't find his vay oudt;
Ven dose hard shpots he hits,
Den he say--"Mine dear Fritz,
Vot you tinks of dis peesness, old Scoudt?"

So it vas mit dose junkers so shlick,
Dey vould soon end dis var britty quick;
But, shoost after de Marne
De crawl unter de barn,
For already dey feel mighty sick.

Den der kaiser say--"Fritzie, old chap,
Let me know vot you tink of dis schrap;
Vill ve lick dose beeg shmoke,
Or go britty soon proke,
Mit de faderland viped off de map?"

Den I say--"Dat's von very hard case;
Can tree jacks beat four kings und some ace?
Ven ve hafn't de card
Ve must bluff britty hard,
Or shoost trow down our hand in disgrace.

If like checkers ve blay, don't forget
Dey got more men dan ve haf, you bet!
If ve makes some beeg schore,
Und not man off no more,
Ve may shtop mit a draw, maype yet."

Den der Kaiser say--"Tanks, Mr. Strauss,
On your back dere don't grow any moss;
I'll shoost blay some more pranks
On dose silly old Yanks"
Den he gif me von nice iron cross.

FRITZ IN THE HOSPITAL

Ven der Kaiser his var bugles blow,
Und say: "Fritz, to de front you must go,"
Den it vasn't so strange,
I vas glad for de change;
But I hope mine Katrina don't know.

Britty soon ve're de whole of de show,
Und like vater dose goot liquors flow;
Ven, mit vine und champaigne
Ve got drunk in Louvain,
Dere vas tings mine Katrina don't know.

Soon already, ve fight mit de foe,
For von year, und it seems britty slow;
If I'm killed in de trench
By dose English und French
Den perhaps mine Katrina von't know.

So dis time, ven dose hand grenades trow,
Den I tinks soon it's time for to go;
If mine back's full mit lead,
Not mine breast, nor mine head,
Dat's von ting mine Katrina don't know.

Ven dey takes me some blace down pelow,
Mit tree hundred vite peds in von row;
For dose nice English nurse
[2] I forget dat beeg curse,
But I'm glad mine Katrina don't know.

[Footnote 2: Gott Strafe England!]

FRITZ PHILOSOPHIZES

Since I'm held in his hospital up,
Mine poor back full mit shrapnel und lead
Ven I tink of der Kaiser und Krupp,
Dere's a tin