WAR NURSERY RHYMES.
Baa, baa, Crown Prince, Isn't war a fag? Yea, sir; yen, sir, if it wasn't for the ewag. ATI tie way to Parie town. With horses and with guns, tind 'stead of folks applapdioc M They only call us Buns! Kluck! kluck! I've had no luck. My men can't shoot and ray eons get stuck. Kluck! kluck! I'm giving It the "cliock," And going back to Berlin In the Bed Cross truck. Ding, dong. dell, William to not well. What has put him out? The armies he tried to rout. When he does give in Won't our "Tommies" grin: They all think It a very good plan To make him a sadder and wiser man, And the end will be he'll 'be minus his crown, And tlie ends at bis wilskeri m*U* dows.
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Auckland Star, Volume XLVII, Issue 174, 22 July 1916, Page 13
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136WAR NURSERY RHYMES. Auckland Star, Volume XLVII, Issue 174, 22 July 1916, Page 13
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