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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Old General

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (3371 reads)
Little Annabelle to please...

Little Annabelle to please,
     (Lacking grace, I grant),
Grandpa down on hands and knees
     Plays the elephant.
Annabelle shrieks with delight,
     Bouncing up and down,
On his back and holding tight
     To his dressing gown.

As they roll and bowl along,
     Round and round the room,
There is sunshine and a song
     'Spite December gloom.
Yet we hear not Grandpa's groans,
     Hushed his beard inside,
As his old rheumatic bones
     Ache with every stride.

He has known his golden days,
     Soldiered with the best;
And to prove the people's praise
     Medals bright his breast.
Yet though his renown we chant,
     How we love him well
When he plays the elephant
     Just for Annabelle!

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