One day last week I chanced to meet
A German en-ee-mee.
He had a notebook in his hand (not a sausage)
And I said, ''Ere's a spy! Wot O!'
So I gripped him by the collar and—
And—then—I—let—him—go!
For he (ha! ha! he! he!)
Was bigger than me, you see,
So I thought it well to run and tell
The speshul constabularee!