English poem
German Securities Fall
by Abner Cosens
The British guns have spoken And Bill may lose his crown, The German line is broken, And saur-kraut is down.
The gallant French are storming The Huns with iron hail; They've given Fritz a warning, And limburger is stale.
The Russ is westward pushing, Herding the Huns like sheep, Thus ends the big four flushing, And liverwurst is cheap.
King Victor's brave Italians Are driving back pell-mell The Austrian battalions And weiners will not sell.
The Belgians, too, are holding Their end up with the rest, They hear the Teutons scolding, Bologna's past its best.
Roumanians, and others, Who now are standing pat Will call the allies brothers When lager beer goes flat.