He loves you, Heathen! Though his foot
May kick you like a worthless weed
From that wild field where you have root,
And scatter to the winds your seed;
He’s just the government you need;
If you object, why, he’ll insist,
And, on your protest, “draw a bead”—
The Ethical Expansionist!
He’ll take you to him coute que coute!
He’ll win you, though you fight and plead.