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58 Act more un-German! Could one believe

Such guilt to Kaiser and to God!

'Twas I, dear, led the shooting squad.

We fired—we all are steady-eyed—

And so the little miscreant died."

Thus wrote Fritz, in school-boy hand,

To Gretchen in the Fatherland.

If such be miscreants, what would I,

Or thou do, so to live, so die?

As for Fritz, there is no pother;

That precious piece of "cannon-fodder"

Was shot while looting with red hand:

And Gretchen weeps in the Fatherland.

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