I found the Germans dancing the german and the Dutch making dutch cheese and the Belgians combing their belgian hares and the Turks eating turkey and the Sardinians sardonically pickling sardines.

Then I called on the Prince of Whales, and--" "You mean the Prince of Wales," corrected Trot.
"I mean what I say, my dear.

I saw the battlefield where the Bull Run but the Americans didn't, and when I got to France I paid a napoleon to see Napoleon with his boney apart.

He was--" "Of course you mean--" Trot was beginning, but the king would not give her a chance to correct him this time.
"He was very hungry for Hungary," he continued, "and was Russian so fast toward the Poles that I thought he'd discover them.

So as I was not accorded a royal welcome, I took French leave and came home again." "But the pain--" "On the way home," continued Anko calmly, "I was a little absent-minded and ate an anchor.