She’ll be the one to fly to France,
To bore the Doctor and the Nurse
And drive him mad—if he still lives.
But I, who love him so my heart grows faint,
Who’d gladly bleed to death to save him pain,
Must wait and read the news in some blurred list....
Then, ever the grinning mask, day in, day out,
While she, hard as a stone,
Wears stylish black and tells her lover’s son
How “Father died a hero in the War!”