In a land where poppies bloom for miles,
Where books are made like bricks and tiles.
I taught that king to love your name—
Brother and Christian he became.
“His Town of Thunder-Powder keeps
A giant hound that never sleeps,
A crocodile that sits and weeps.
“His Town of Cheese the mouse affrights
With fire-winged cats that light the nights.
They glorify the land of rust;