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Rh 'And politicians who yap of missions,

Ideals, and all that junk—

Just let 'em gab, brag,

And hold the grab-bag;

But don't fall for their bunk!"

"You take this crisis! A glance suffices

To wise you what it means;

Munition makers

And journalist fakers

Stuffing millions in their jeans!"

"We're safe and happy, so why get scrappy?

Say, what's the sense in war?

For God's sake chuck it!

The whole show's muck! It

'S not what I'm living for!"

"Not this little Willy! I'm not that silly—

No drums and guns for mine!