Daphne

Daphne Daphne was definitely not a flirt Dynamic and fierce, boy she could hurt Clumsy in movement, robust, but with poise Loud at times, she could make lots of noise She hailed from good old Lincoln town A rural beauty admired all around Good at her job, espied by the boss Her skills took her over to lands abroad She continued to work and get her own way When handled well, she was a mainstay But her mood was volatile, her temper afire When out on the field, she got stuck in a mire Abandoned by her military lover She found herself in the hands of another Damaged and hurt, they mocked her demise Paraded then dumped by the foreign bad boys When the warring powers discontinued their fight Her admirers removed her away from her plight They took her back home to old Lincoln town She was polished and cleaned and no longer down Now old, she sits with others alike Those far-off memories are kept alight Her fans are many in this place of recall And Daphne the tank is having a ball