Of staining God's pure daisies,
As strive to rule this lower sphere
By sentimental phrases.
I hold the great Germanic race
Is Heaven's favourite bantling,
Supreme in virile power and grace
And breadth of moral scantling.
The Franks are hounds, their women pigs
Gr-r-r! I the vain vile vermin hate!
I'd squelch them—but for pap-soul'd prigs