The Mighty Wasp

U.S.S. Wasp (CV-7), A proud ship she was Near 15,000 tons Sailed by proud American sons... My Uncle Bud sailed on her, Until she met her sad fate, It was Tues. Sept. Sixteenth, NineteenFourty-Two As she sailed the sea With proud and brave crew Off Guadalcanal, I-19, Japanese sub, Spotted her, In the hub, Of a small task group Four torpedoes they let fly Several hit, she was soon to die My Uncle escaped, He was late to mess Or he'd have found his watery grave But his tardiness, it did save He lost his friends He was never the same All his life he drank to access, Yet this man had a heart of gold, I experienced it, I need not be told To complicate his later life, Marital infidelity seemingly struck He stood by his mate He seemed to have such bad luck Cancer sank him Where the Japenese couldn't I miss him to this day He was proud, and SO handsome!! All female eyes would turn his way. War against man War against disease, War against time Time will bring you to your knees Let no more torpedoes fly No more Moms and Dads, In mourning cry, Don't kill for God, or money, Or ideals, It's time mankind came to his senses It's time for naught, but mending fences.