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38 HAY FEVER

I do not wish the Kaiser ill,

I wish him nothing that would kill,

No bombs with neatness and dispatch

To wipe him from life's kaffe klatch;

No dagger thrust between his ribs,

That would destroy His Royal Nibs;

I would not have him swiftly die,

That's much too good for such a guy;

I only wish the Kaiser might

Hay Fever get and get it right!

I wish the Kaiser's royal nose

Might know the woes my poor nose knows;

I only wish his royal chest

Might always feel a sore distress,

As mine must feel until the day

October's frost shall come our way.

I wish the royal piece of cheese

Might be forever doomed to sneeze.

Death is too good for such a king,

Hay fever would be just the thing.

A pair of watery eyes and red,

An aching throat and fevered lips;

And then a nose that constant drips,

The wish for sleep, but all in vain;

To end one cough to cough again,