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Show NURSERY RHYMES, (Carveth.) Pershing. John. John the Samniie's son. Cross the ocean to lick the Hun; The Hun will beat A swift retreat. As soon as Sammy and him shall meet. Von Hindenburg. Von, Yon the Terrible Hun. Started for Paris on the run; He slipped a cor Fell like a log And now old Yon is on the hog. Old J. B. John, John, by surname. Bull, Got rijrht inio the Duchman'a wool; His cannons popped The drive was slopped And the Dutch all yelled out "something "some-thing dropped!" Bill. Bill, Bill Hohenzollern, Tooted his bugle and blew his horn; He did his worst, And then he cursed "Me for Berlin,' that's safety first. |