Classic Poem

From this time forth and for ever,
Look out for each beast-named river,—
Frenchmen, look!
By the Rossbach,—by the Rossbach,—
We shot you on horseback.
When from off your horses
Rolled the heavy corses,
Down the blood rolled,
In a real brook.

From this time forth and for ever,
Look out for each beast-named river,—
Frenchmen, look!
By the Katzbach,—by the Katzbach,—
Stood the hair up on the cat's back;
'T was there we pared the claws away
From the cat's paws one day,—
No more scratching,—
No more catching,—
Every blow took.