A HYMN OF HATE.

Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 49, 14 August 1915, Page 21

A HYMN OF HATE.

[The following parody of the German Hymn of Hate appeared in the Toronto "Daily Star," with no apologies to. Heir Lissauer."] Carrots or beets, we hate them not, We love them not, we hate them not. Of all the things that land on our plate There's only one that we loath and hate ; We love a hundred, we hate but one And that we'll hate till Kingdom Come— Saver Kraut. It's known to you all, it's known to • you all, _ . v- - Pilgrims on this terrestial ball; Full of vinegar in distress, Making a most unsavoury mess. Come, let us stand in our eating place: An oath to swear to face to face; An oath of bronze no wind can shake, -An oath for all sons of guns to take, We will never forgo our hate— We have all but a single hate. We love as one, we hate as one, And we'll hate that dish if we do it alone — Saver Kraut. Wienerwurst, liverwurst, lager beer, Many a time hath given us cheer; Not so bad if made just right: Bad to take going to bed at night; Better by far to lunch m—"The Day." , .1 + Then there Avon't be the devil to pay. . Bnt you we hate with a lasting hate ; We will never forego our hate; Hate of the stomach and hate of the tongue; Hate of the senses every one; _ Hate of millions who've choked it Hate of the country and hate of the town. , , We love a thousand; we hate but And that we'll hate with hate of Hun — „ it- x Saner Kraut.