(A poem delivered by Chou Han before the Changsha Branch of the Hunan Society for the Coafusion of Foreign and Useful Knowledge, with certain interruptions included.)
If you thought I was dead or deported, My children, or deemed it no joke That Ld enter'a the Church us reported, And put on the Foreigner's yoke 5 I will prove you were greatly mistakon—I seemed, for the nonce, to be still, Because for the curing of Bacon T was mixing a pill.
'The' the simple may call it audacious, Thave an elaborate plan Of attack and defence efficacious, Whereby, if you wish it, you can Clear the land of the 'Goat' and the Or feed on their marrow and fat In strategy I am a corker'
You bet your best hat Are you scared by the iron-bound navies 'That swarm from the seas of the West Pish-tush I could send them to " Davy'
At our Emperor's sacred behest How?—Ah, proud and stiff-necked generation,"
As some 'Goat' Classic says, "for a sign You crave"—but my grand operation T refuse to define
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.