Pretty Christianth, nice Christianth, dese nations I call
Dey promith'd so fair to cut each others' throatsh,
And dey're goin' to thettle de shquabble by notesh!
Not a goin' to fight!—and deir quarrel arose
About deir religionth—not comin' to blows!
Dere never was Christianth behaved so afore,
But who's to depend on 'em now, any more?
Here'th we bin' a goin' and thtockin' our thopth,
And what shall we do now wid all dem old thlopth
Wid which all our thelvth and our vinders is filled—