Lucas, Edward V.: Swollen-headed William: after the German (London, 1915)

But see, 0 what a flaming storm 1
The fire has caught his uniform;
His tunic burns, his arms, his hair,
He burns all over, everywhere.
Then how the pussy-cats did mew.
What else, poor^’pussies, could they do ?
They screamed at him, ’twas all in vain,
And then they screamed and screamed agai®
“ Make haste ! make haste ! me-ow, me-o !
He’ll burn to death, we told him so! ”
So Will was burnt, with all his clothes,
His arms and hands and eyes and nosey.
All perished in a flaming crash—
Except the points of his moustache !
And nothing else but these was found
Among his ashes on the ground.
And when the good cats sat beside
The smoking ruins, how they cried'
“ Me-ow me-oo, me-ow me-oo,
What will our German Empire do ? ”
The tears ran down their cheeks so fast
They made a little pond at last.

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