Poor Caesar, as a troubled child

Had dreams that sometimes made him wild

Took up his sword, fought far from Rome

Then dreamed his land said 'Welcome home.'

Napoleon felt all a dither

His right hand here, his left one thither

Felt ill at ease about his height

'I'll compensate with all my might.'

Oh Adolph, Adolph, what a clot

Believed the Jews the only blot

And Poles. And French. And Ruskies too.

Adolph, Adolph, perhaps it's you?

Most every child knows they're the best

All evil safely in 'the rest'

Perfect empire - a noble vision

This is our task - an inner mission

In mystery we incarnate

Our souls refine, our bodies date

We're our own smiths, the Earth's our forge

Please, pay attention little George

(for white people in White Houses)