ERNST THE EXCITED.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 1122, 16 December 1914, Page 4

ERNST THE EXCITED.

In a German paper, " Jugend," Ernst Lissauer has printed " A Chant of Hate Against England," of which a specimen:

"We will never forego our hat©; We all have a single hate; We love as one, we hate as one, We have one foe, and one aloneEngland."

From which it will bo gathered that young Ernst is displeased with something. A rather slangy "Clarion" poet replies to him as follows: French and Russian, they matter not? My dear young friend, you are talking

rot; For in course of time they will touch the spot. Then, what of your Wcichsel and

Vosges-Gatc— For you'll have to clear out of r em, early or late. Your furious spite and your foolish hate Can't trouble or worry anyone, Least of all an Englishman, my Bon!

But take my tip: now you're trying to hurt The British Lion, he'll do you dirt; He will gobble you up, ana he will not halt: He will gulp you down without any salt — • ' A pinch 1

And, my dear young friend, pray don't blaspheme About tne "Judgment Place," for the

scheme Of your pious Kaiser destroyed Lou-

vam, And he's got to be judged for women slain, For children murdered in savage glee In the name of Prussian piety.

And you'll find it your country's fate, Whatever you,love or hate, Loving as one, or hating as one, To pay the bill my son— And don't forget it!

You rave of Am Tag and the deeds you'll do With your fancy fleet on the ocean blue,. But. I beg to remind you here, old pal, That your ships still slink in the Kiel Canal. So what's the good of your bluff and brag When tliey won't sail out, though it's now Am Tag, Chummle? And I rather think That you Were in drink When you wrote—my aunt!— Your precious chant Of England. Words don't kill, though I must admit That some German w r ords hurt one's jaw a bit: And " Gottsdonnerkreuzschockschwerenoth!" Is a shock to tho very toughest throatv— Not 'arf I But see here, sonnie, it's easy to tell You want a pill, for you don't seem well: Your mental attitude's devoid of calm— Your eye is wild and your nose is warm. To hate with a forty horse-power hate Is to show yourself a degenerate— A duuderpate - jobberknowl - frenzied loon : So soak your neck in cold tea-leaves soon. —Beziqne.