PVT. Henry A. Eckhardt

Dear wont you tell me now For I have asked thee how And that must be the reason why Your heart will start and then you sigh For when I ask you of love Your answer is like that, of a dove Some times you think I am a pest But I always try my best. Though I some times like to cry But only think if you could try.

Der Kaiser's Prayer.

Mine Gott, vil you be mine partner? You know nic' who I am? I am de German Kaiser Der Emperor Vill-I-Yam.

You know I vipped dem Belgians Und mitt bullets filled Russia full; Und I'll vip France and Italy Und blow up Johnny Bull.

Now all dem udder nations I don't giff a dam. If you yust be mine partner Und vip dot Unkle Sam.

You know I got dem submarines All Europe knows dot vel,

But dot Edison got ein patent now Vat blow dem all to hell.

Now gott, if You do dis, Hey you I vil always lofe; Und I vil be Emerpor of de earth, Und you be Emperor abofe.

Mine Gott, if you refuse me dis, To-morrow night at lefen I'll call mine Zeppelins oud Und declare var on Heafen.

I vouldn't ask dis from you But it can be blainly seen Dat ven Edison bush de button I got no submarine.

The Kaisers Prayer or Latest Ultimatum.

Gott, Gott, dear Gott, attention blease, Your bardner Vilhelm's here, Und has a vord or two to say Into your brivate ear: So durn avay all udders now Und listen vell to me, For vot I say concerns me much, Meinself, und Shermany.

You know, dear Gott, I vas your frend Und from mine hour of birth, I quietly let you rule Heffen Vill I ruled o'er the Earth. Und ven I toldt mein soldiers Of bygone battler days. I gladly split the glory Und gave you haf de braise.

But listen, Gott, it must be quick, Your help to me you send, Or else I half to stop attack Und only blay defend. So four und twenty hours I gif To make de Allies run, Und put me safe into mein blace, De middle of de sun.

If you do dis, I'll do mein pardt, I'll tell de vorld de fact. But if you don't, den I must tink It is an hostile act. Den var at once I vill declare Und in mein anger rise, Und send Mein Zippelin ships to wage A fight up in de skies.

Dis ultimatum now, dear Gott, Is von of many more,