Let us be master of the Straits (of Dover) for
six hours and we shall be masters of the world.
~NAPOLEON BONAPARTE
Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squalling thing, I say;
Hush your squalling, or it may be,
Bonaparte may pass this way.
Baby, baby, he will hear you
As he passes by the house,
And he, limb from limb will tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse.
~BRITISH NURSERY RHYME