Athanasius contra mundum—you remind us of the tag,
You whose fearless manifestoes never brooked the German gag;
Bucking up your fellow-townsmen when their hearts were weak as wax—
Burgomaster Max!
Now, alas! we read the foemen have decided to deport
And intern you for a season in some dismal German fort,
For your presence was distasteful to the Hun who sacks and "hacks"—
Burgomaster Max!
Yet, whatever fate befalls you, as the ages onward roll
You will live in deathless lustre on your country's Golden Roll,