Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-07-19
The Huns Al The Golden Gate

His duty is clear and there Is no doubt
He has passed many in and has kept
many out,
II the Scriptures are true, you will well
know
The largest number has been sent
down below
St. Peter stood watching the Gate one
fine day
When he saw several people coming
his way,
They seemed to be hurrying as though
they'd be late,
For they all expected to pass through
the gate,
Halt" cried St. Peter, "Now where in
time
Did you all come 'front.' see there
are nine,
Speak up and tell me for | want to
know
II you belong here-or down below"
The Kaiser then spoke in voice loud
and clear,
And says peter, I'll tell you just
why we are here
We've been preaching Kultur, down
there on EARTH
It's the hardest old job since the day
Of my birth
We tried long and hard to teach every
nation
That we were ordained to rule all
creation,
But, somehow, or other our work went
amss,
And that is the reason, we came here
like this"
1--WE tried to win out, we all took
chance
But were captured, court-martialed,
and strung up in France;
We tried hard to reason with the Allies
low mob
Who were out for conquest, to plum
der and rob,
We tried several years to curb their am
bition
But we, in the end, were dubbed into
submission
We've had hard time, and its now
getting late
So hurry up, Pete, and open the
gate
Attention. My Generals, form fours-
abreast,
I'll lead you right into the haven OF
rest
There's plenty OF room, where we can
all stand
And play on our harps with the Angel
band
Perhaps we'll find seats, close up to the
Throne
As good as we had when we were at
home
l know one thing sure, we'll have wings
to fly
So keep your eyes open, and hold
your heads high,
Fall in he cried, with a voice full of
pep,
Right dress Forward march, Mind
your goose-step;"
They minded their leader and started
full blast,
Saluted St Peter, and all would have
passed
But one single wave of st. Peters right
hand
Brought to halt that Inflated band.
"Stand where you arel For I've some
thing to say
Where you will go, and how long
you will stay.
"You're just as near Heaven as you'll
ever get
You low bunch of villains, the worst
I've seen yet.
Don't think for a moment I've any
fear
Because you raised He'll in Belgium,
you'll do the same here;
You DETAINED the Bible, you taught
people hate,
You must have a gall to be found at
this gate.
You've taught your people you were
the Equal of Colt,
And to think of such things is the
worst kind Of rot.
GAN Commandments were broken, by
you and your band,
And you're guilty of crimes in every
known lana,
You have played the hog, since the day |
of your birth,
It's mighty good thing you've been
showed off the earth
l suppose if l talked till the crack of |
doomsday
You all would expect to have your
own way"
St. Peter then rung a small golden
bell
And Satan appeared, from somewhere
in He'll.
He marched this bunch-that stood
trembling with fear,
THAT smelled of sauer kraut, limbur-
ger and beer
To place called by some, big fiery
lake;
Where you moan, and groan, sizzle,
and bake;
That's the end of those men-who
might have done good,
If they could come back, there's no
doubt but they would,
But men that are scheming, and not on
the level,
Will, sooner or later go straight to
the Devil.
T. L. Eells,
Middlebury, VT