The
papers say we’re going to have
A sausage war; dear me!
I
can’t imagine, on my soul,
Such great calamity.
I
don’t believe this Commonwealth
Where peace and wisdom teem,
Is
eke so near the bow-wows as
A sausage war would mean.
Nay,
gives no peace, and sausage, too!
O, battle stay thy hand!
Break
not the links that bind us close,
Part not our sausage band.
O,
may the bark exceed the bite,
And may the barking cease!
Dog-gone
the jaw that howls for war,
O, sausage, rest in peace!
Nov.
15, ‘09
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