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POOR OLD DUCE

Poor old Duce — he’s had his warning,
Premier Churchill told him straight,
He’s apt to waken up some morning
And find his regime out of date.

Poor old Musso, sadly wond’ring
What to do to save his face,
Through stupidity and blund’ring
Sad has been his fall from grace.

Once he was a great Dictator,
How he loved to preen and strut,
Shed a tear for that poor craiter
Thinking, “I’m an awful mutt.�

His master, Hitler, won’t let up,
Once Musso thought he was a mate,
But Adolf sold the Wop a pup,
Benito wakened up too late.

Now he’s just a figurehead —
His country ruled by Storm troops —
Musso would be better dead,
Just one more of Adolf’s dupes.

Churchill gave him just one chance —
Ask for peace or take the blitz,
To Hitler’s tune he’s forced to dance
No wonder Musso’s lost his wits.

Meanwhile, Churchill keeps his word —
The R.A.F. is going strong,
From both sides Musso ‘gets the bird’
I guess he won’t last very long!

© L/Cpl. Alexander Barr. 193 Fld. Amb. R.A.S.C.

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