It was the war they say Made him throw himself like that Floating down in freefall, Made a dreadful splat When he hit the ground. The rat-tat-tat of bullets Pounding round and round Did affect him so They say Ceaseless.
His head Was not quite right you know Or so it has been said Him and so many more Like him. The stench of gas And rats I’ve heard was really Quite a bore. Frightful, quite frightful Do you think they are better dead?
But my dinner party, darling, Let me tell you more. Peter was there of course Dear Peter, so refined, So gentlemanly, dashing Truly of our kind. Do I think of him? In passing, Perhaps a little From time to time. It was nothing, nothing at all.
He saw the man, you know Poor Peter Quite distressing. No, it didn’t spoil the party I think it went quite well But some things Are beyond my understanding. I’m not sure I can tell.