In the land of turkeys in turkey weather

At the base of the statue, we go round and round.

What a beautiful history, beautiful surprise!

Monsieur is on horseback. The horse is covered with mice.

This dance has no name. It is a hungry dance.

We dance it out to the tip of Monsieur’s sword,

Reading the lordly language of the inscription,

Which is like zithers and tambourines combined:

The Founder of the State. Whoever founded

A state that was free, in the dead of winter, from mice?

What a beautiful tableau tinted and towering,

The arm of bronze outstretched against all evil!