September 26, 191 4 
L A N D AND W A T E K 
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The British Lion is the sort 
Of thing to spend the day with, 
At any kind of friendly sport 
The animal to play with ; 
But do not anger him, because 
He has the most tremendous claws 
A wholly tranquil creature he. 
Who likes to spend his leisure 
In making lots of £ s. d. 
Wherewith to purchase pleasure 
But irritate him and a roar 
Of mighty volume is in store. 
He's not at all the kind of beast 
To get into a flurry, 
Nor does he trouble in the least 
If folks his leisure worry ; 
But harm his friend and you'll not fail 
To see a lashing of his tail. 
The German Eagle is a bird 
That causes small annoyance ; 
No sound from it is ever heard 
Which dissipates his joyance ; 
But batter Belgium and you'll trace 
Black looks upon the Lion's face. 
The Eagle lately gave a prance. 
And 'mid much loud concussion 
Went first to meet the Man of France 
And secondly the Russian ; 
The Lion, too, she chanced to meet, 
And now she beats a bad retreat. 
The Teuton Eagle^has a fleet 
On which she s spent much money, 
And which the Lion wants to meet ; 
But this seems truly funny — 
It gives no sign of any sort 
Of ever coming out of port. 
And so the war goes grimly on 
To its predestined finish ; 
The Eagle, grave and woebegone, 
Sees hope on hope diminish ; 
The Lion, with a sigh most deep. 
Still pining to resume his sleep. 
MOSTYN T. PiGOTT 
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