Apparently brewed for a "triple X"-plosion!
She's been fermenting her beer for years!
She laughs in her frenzy, or revels in Thiers—
For war she'll riot, at peace she'll scoff,
And she wont go on till she does go off!
She's quite in a "fifth of November" state,
To blow up some one at any rate;
If Guy Fawkes were over there—my eyes!
She'd make him a Peer—as the Duke of Guys!
She'd have her Monarch in air be blown;