THE GREEK When Il Duce with his mighty legions Knocked at Greece’s ancient gate He had forty million people And the Greeks had only eight With his Fascist banners gleaming From the high Albanian Peak, “I am coming,” cried Il Duce. “Come ahead” replied the Greek. “Forward!” shouted the commanders With a good old Roman curse; And the legions started rolling, Rolling swiftly – in reverse, And throughout the startled nation The news began to leak That the Duce had been walloped By the sturdy little Greek. Then that poor, moth-eaten Caesar, What a different song he sang! “This great big bully licked me! Hey Adolph, get your gang!” “You’re a dumkopf,” cried the Fuehrer, As he pulled his trusty gun; “You don’t know how to murder kids; “I’ll show you how it’s done.” And then the tanks began to roll With clank and roar and groan: The great planes blacked the sky and filled The air with ceaseless drone, In endless ranks with flame and bomb And gray guns long and sleek; The mighty German war machine Moved down upon the Greek. And still that fellow wouldn’t run – He didn’t quite know how. “We’ve got some help,” he said, “and that just makes it even now.” “ Bring on your millions, Adolph dear, We’re neither scared nor meek. The British, sixty thousand strong, Are standing with the Greek!” They fought a fight like Homer’s song They died, as brave men must Their ranks, “neath dark odds, Were beaten to the dust. And then heroic chivalry Attained its highest peak As the victors clasped their bloody hands Above the fallen Greek. Someday, beyond this veil of tears, We’ll all stand on the spot To tell the Judge of all the world Just who we were – and what. I wouldn’t be a Fascist then, Or Nazi grim and bleak; But I’d be proud to tell my God That once I was a Greek!
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 08:36:30 +0000
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