And so the fight started.  It waxed fierce and long;
  And proved the “Black Eagle” unusually strong. 
  With three years of fighting, he still was intact,
  And seemed to be victor—­in fight and in fact.

  But at this very moment of luck for the “Black,”
  A venerable eagle flew into his track. 
  He was gray, he was bald, he was ancient as well;
  And just where he came from, there’s no use to tell.

  This “Bald-headed Eagle” was hailed with delight,
  When the other birds saw he was going to fight;
  But when they beheld the tactics employed,
  By “Baldy the Great One,” they were overjoyed.

  For he hooked his curved bill in the top of the head
  Of “Old Blackey the Terror,” then quietly said: 
  “Just watch my talons clip up to his throat. 
  With one still free, I will pick this old bloat.”

  The struggle was fierce, and the feathers flew high;
  The “Black One’s” fine plumage came off rapidly;
  “Old Baldy’s” quick work, and to make good his word,
  Left nary a feather stick on the Black bird.

  The fight at last ended; the “Black” gave it up,
  With “Baldy” victorious, awarded the cup;
  But the “Black One” was stripped of all honor and fame. 
  Has a place in this world with a dishonored name.

  It may be a fable, but history records
  This defeat of the “Fowl of Great Boasting Words.” 
  How the “Prussian Black Eagle” that thought he could scratch,
  Found in “Old Baldy” far more than his match.

  “Kaiser bill”

  There’s a Guy across the Sea,
    And the “Devil’s own” is he. 
  Death!  Destruction!  Misery! 
    That’s the Kaiser. 
  Don’t you fancy he’s a fool. 
  Satan ne’er had such a tool—­
  Whether demon, fiend or ghoul
    As the Kaiser.

  At the bottom of the ocean
  Lie the victims of his notion. 
  Bathes in human blood for lotion
    Does the Kaiser. 
  While his Teuton Choir sings,
  In the military rings,
  Of the “Divine Right of Kings.” 
    Kaiser Bill.

  Kinder erst, und den de vimmen—­
  Shood dem ub vile dey is schwimmen,
  Den you gif der men a trimmen,
    Kaiser Bill. 
  For der voorit must pe mine own,
  So I’ll pe der King alone,
  Mit a unifersal throne
    Kaiser Bill.

  But we’ll toss you out the tip,
  (Though the censor seal the lip)
  That he’ll soon be “on the hip”—­
    Will the Kaiser. 
  For his submarines are sinking,
  And his men in trenches, stinking,
  While the Western world is linking
    ’Gainst the Kaiser.

  He’ll be picked up in a basket,
  With a U-Boat for a casket,
  And a name plate, if he ask it. 
    “Kaiser bill.” 
  Then “submerge” in kerosene,
  Kept in memory ever green
  As the profligate, obscene
    Kaiser Bill.