"This war is a terrible thing," he said, 
"With its countless numbers of needless dead; 
A futile warfare it seems to me, 
Fought for no principle I can see. 
Alas, that thousands of hearts should bleed 
For naught but a tyrant's boundless greed!" 
        *   *   *   * 
Said the wholesale grocer, in righteous mood, 
As he went to adulterate salable food. 
Spake as follows the merchant king: 
"Isn't this war a disgusting thing? 
Heartless, cruel, and useless, too; 
It doesn't seem that it can be true. 
Think of the misery, want and fear! 
We ought to be grateful we've no war here. 
        *   *   *   * 
"Six a week"--to a girl--"That's flat! 
I can get a thousand to work for that."
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