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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357900" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heart of the Dove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, Bo, this little Yewropean war<br>It grieves our gloryus nation to the core <br>The vurry core of its great, strang, red heart,<br>We're tur-ble sore:<br>That's what.<br>We got<br>A reel sawft heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Naw, son! we air not takin' any part.<br>We figgered that ahl out, right from the start.<br>The great american nation stan's aside:<br>She keeps apart <br>An' jaws,<br>Becaws<br>We gat our pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But don't yew figger ahn no fancy paly<br>With Uncle Sam; he's ready for th efray.<br>An' wance that 'Murkan eagle's screech is heard<br>Watch out! An', say,<br>Geewhiz!<br>He is<br>Some bird!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He is some eagle, yew kin take my word.<br>If wance that great, fierce heart of his was sturred <br>Aw, shucks! that little Yewropean stunt<br>Would look ab-surd!<br>If he<br>Cast free<br>You'd see some hunt!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When wance that Bird o' Freedom hit the front<br>Why, Gee! them dinky ings would have to shunt!<br>Old Yewrope would be right clean off the map!<br>I put it blunt:<br>That lot<br>Would not<br>Put up a scrap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wance we cut loose - Aw, Hully Gee! the gap<br>In Yewrope's rank 'ud make tyhem howl for pap.<br>We'd wipe the airth out of the Kasmic Plan<br>An' on the map<br>This ball<br>They'd call<br>Amur-i-can.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The true Amur'kan, sir, he is a man<br>Who'd lick this un-i-verse, wance he began;<br>Say, it's a cinch; becaws we hold the dough<br>If we should plan<br>To crunch<br>The bunch,<br>None could say so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Them Kings and Kaisers all would have to go.<br>He'd do 'em up right praper! Get me, Bo?<br>He'd eat hull crate-loads of their wan-harse ships!<br>He'd smash the show,<br>He'd swat<br>The lot<br>Wance come to grips!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Aw, shucks! This great, strang nation, sir, it whips<br>Creation! Wance the word has pas'd our lips<br>We'd just reach out, an' take the hull darn world!<br>We'd get the ships<br> An' men:<br> An' then<br>Things would get whirled!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yep! Wance that starry banner was unfurled<br>We'd roast the Kaiser till his whiskers curled!<br>Say, do you get me? Wance we j'ined the fray<br>The hull darn world<br>Would scoot,<br>Per boot,<br>Out of our way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wance we were roused - what matter, anyway?<br>We air nat takin' war in ours to-day<br>Naw, Bo; we got no quar'l, we play the part<br>Of pained dismay,<br>To show,<br>You know,<br>Our great, sawft, strang, red heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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It grieves our gloryus nation to the core 
The vurry core of its great, strang, red heart,
We're tur-ble sore:
That's what.
We got
A reel sawft heart. 


Naw, son! we air not takin' any part.
We figgered that ahl..."></div>
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