Germany

Deutschland ist noch kleines Kind

Germany's still a little child.
 The sun's his nurse; she'll feed him
No soothing milk to make him strong,
 But the wild fires of freedom.

On such a diet one grows fast;
 The blood will boil and lurch in
The veins. You neighbors, have a care,
 Before you plague this urchin!

He is a clumsy little giant;
 He'll tear up oaks, and well he
Will use them till your backs are sore,
 And pound you to a jelly.

He is like Siegfried, fearless youth,
 Who did such deeds of wonder;
Who forged his sword, and when he smote
 The anvil flew asunder!

Yes, Siegfried, you shall slay the grim
 Dragon while thanks are given.
Huzzah! How radiantly your nurse
 Will laugh and shine through heaven.

Yours shall be all the hoard, when you
 Have slain the monster horrid.
Huzzah! How bright the king's own crown
 Will blaze upon your forehead!
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