His Hindenburg (or Mackensen) has got to make it good.
Yet if I do my best to win a battle on my own,
And barge about Trentino, which is my peculiar zone,
Should anything occur to push my eagle off its perch
Then William Two, dear William Two, would leave me in the lurch.
But now that I am knocked again on our united front,
Which incidentally disturbs his adumbrated stunt,
His heart (from quite a distance) yearns to soothe the painful spot,
And Hindenburg, old Hindenburg, is sent to stop the rot.
O.S.