Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, June 4, 1919. by Various
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"Kamerad!" said Edward Ross.
Through some miles of trench they went Till they reached a swagger tent Where a German General sat In a highly polished hat (Clearly an important man), Studying a priceless plan. Ted; who felt he simply hated him, While the man interrogated him, Quite adroitly picked the plan off That astonished Hun and ran off. Teddy's captor, who to stop him Simply had to shoot and drop him, Fired his pistol twice, but clicked it All in vain, for Ted had picked it-- Picked the tool that looked so grim After they had collared him, While his escort dodged a dud Outside in the Flanders mud. For on Ross, remember, please, Flies were always ill at ease. But the crowning insult he Added to the injury Still remains to tell. As Teddy Snatched the priceless plan and fled, he Also pinched the polished hat, Saying, as he vanished, that, |
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