Under our outer rind, or peel,
Deep at the core of England's schemes
There lurked a lust for blood and steel;
Herr Bethmann-Hollweg he proclaims
The War was due to our intrigue and
Expounds our militaristic aims
Into the ear of Herr von Wiegand.
We are a dragon belching fire,
One of those horrors, spawned in hell,
Who come from wallowing in the mire