" Watch out for that bloody Dutchman, Windy Bill.
That smug, moustacho'd lanz-knecht , William Two,
Who as a man stands as a sorry pill
" Rubbing in " his small lese-majeste to-do.
Who as a bullying braggart struts abroad,
Follow'd by eavesdroppers who keyhole-squint:
These spittle-licking reptiles store and hoard
Gossip and lies that lese-majeste do hint.
As cold a tyrant as the world e'er saw —
This shrewd intriguing schemer day and night —
To whom alone necessity is law
And whose fear of licking checks his love for fight.
Oh, William Two, I long for the happy day
When Columbia meets thee in battle array. "