We Want Prussia Back

I took some mystical mushrooms from the Konigsberg forest and this is what I report... I met a fawn of everlastin' brown.

And he told me....

"twas a few hundred years ago, but Hohenzollern princes in these fair fields didst roam;
kept the blighted slav from treadin' upon Germany's holy ground.

It was one Bismarck, mustached and handsome;
he rode a Prussian horse and demanded a discipline the world has never before known:
'It is for country, family, race that we ride;
To free us from the thrall of dwarf Russian Princes!'

Oh what a man!

Tis' true what Fred Nitchze said;
none can equal a proud Prussian man!

we lost in no battle except when stabbed in the back;
AND THAT IS CERTAINLY TRUE.

But now whither our land? Pissed upon by dwarf Soviet lackeys. Surrounded by round Polish fools.
Oh Konigsberg will you call us home?
To our homes pillaged by a motley crue of Stalinist fools.
I stand near my Wolfsshanze lost and alone.
OH! GERMANY! HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME!

Now I am upon the Frische Nehrung and gaze upon our sea, and with my fellow man in Danzig say:

GIVE PRUSSIA BACK TO GERMANY!"

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