  "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 disgraceful 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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