All over the European map,
Dragged into somebody else's war,
For that's what a double entente is for.
Well, if I must, I shall have to fight
For the love of a bounding Balkanite;
But O what a tactless choice of time,
When the bathing season is at its prime!
And how I should hate to miss my chance
Of wallowing off the coast of France!
O. S.