Beware the brash, bloodthirsty Hun!
With gnashing fangs in thick-boned jaw,
Whose eye-whites bulge from arrow slits;
Whose reek will rid the hardiest rat;
Whose knarled caress with crooked claws
Seduces death-fire from his gun.

Beware the mud-clad, blood-shod Hun!
The bastard boy in muddy brown
Who mocks our humble dirt-cloth garb;
Our noble limp from foot-flesh raw,
As if he’d royal birthright won
To call his sullied flag his crown!

Beware the deft, deceitful Hun!
Behold him stage his mirror part:
Pot-bellied lust for bully beef
And acid tears to smite the Just.
A photo smirks from coat undone –
Sweet meat to stuff the bleeding hearts.

Beware the brute, barbaric Hun!
No kin to us that we could tell.
Ne’er hundred yards, nor miles East-West
Could make the bullet bearer Man:
That blood-crazed beast with eyes so wan
Shall writhe and waste away in hell!

So shoot ‘im up until ‘e’s dead!
Bore a bullet through ‘is ‘ead!
Pitch yer shot atween the eyes!
And watch your killer as he dies.