In a word, You have a revolution. All at once A mastiff dog appears and barks: "Be still." And in a way in France's room in the house Brings order for a time. He grabs the fabric Of the Holy Roman Empire, tears it up, Sends for the shaven priest from Rome and bites His shrunken calves; trots off to Jena where He whips the Prussian dogs, but wakes them too To breed and multiply, grow strong to fight All other dogs in Jack's house, bite to death The maidens all forlorn, like Elenor Murray. This mastiff, otherwise Napoleon called, Is downed at last by dogs from everywhere. They're rid of him--but still the house of Jack Is better than it was, the rats are thick, But cats grow more abundant, malt is served More generously to the cow. The Prussian dogs Discover malt's the thing, also the cow Must have her malt, or else the milk gives out. But all the while the Prussian dogs grow strong, Well taught and angered by Napoleon. And some of them would set the house in order After the manner of America. But many wish to fight, get larger rooms, Then set the whole in order. At Sadowa They whip the Austrian dogs, and once again A mastiff comes, a Bismarck, builds a suite From north to south, and forces Austria To huddle in the kitchen, use the outhouse Where Huns and Magyars, Bulgars and the rest Keep Babel under Jack who split their tongues To make them hate each other and suspect, Not understanding what the other says. This very Babel was the cause of death Of Elenor Murray, if I chose to stop And go no further with the story. Next Our mastiff Bismarck thinks of Luneville, And would avenge it, grabs the throat of France, And downs her; at Versailles growls and carries An emperor of Germany to the throne. Then pants and wags his tail, and little dreams A dachshund in an early day to come Will drive him from the kennel and the bone He loves to crunch and suck. This dachshund is In one foot crippled, rabies from his sires Lies dormant in him, in a day of heat Froth from his mouth will break, his eyes will roll Like buttons made of pearl with glints of green. Already he feels envy of the dogs Who wear brass collars, bay the moon of Jack, And roam at will about the house of Jack, The English, plainer said. This envy takes The form of zeal for country, so he trots About the house, gets secrets for reforms For Germany, would have his lesser dogs All merchants, traders sleek and prosperous, Achieve a noble breed to rule the house. And so he puts his rooms in order, while The other dogs look on with much concern And growing fear.