Stanza 1941

Steel coffins race across the sand, Rommel's making his last stand. The 88's are cracking steel With loud-sharp-noise like bursting bells. As columns march across the steppe Are swallowed up in Asia's depths. "Bomber" harries is on the phone: "Bomb Berlin til it's all gone!" Don't leave an unburned child still standing In the streets of quaint ol' Dresden. Roosevelt jumps along in stride: "The atom bomb is on our side!" Without a whimper he sings his tune, "We'll drop it on the Japs real soon Like a fiery, stormy sun-typhoon. The bankers count their coin stacked high And with a crooked smile they sign.