AN OLD TALE

Evening Star, Issue 23723, 2 November 1940, Page 3

AN OLD TALE

(By X.Y.)

Upon the whole I think that Greece With heart and soul Was wanting peace, But what can thought# Of peace avail? It’s just the same Old stale . Tale. It’s easy to Attack the Greek, His troops are few, His navy weak, His air force on A modest scale— It’s just the same Old stale Tale. It starts upon The old pretence. Complaint of “ froiw Tier incidents,” When mackerel Assault a whale One might believe The same old stale Tale. A common thief Would blush for shame To seek belief For such a game, The courthouse would Emit a gale Of laughter at That same old stale Tale. The anecdotes Of ancient Hare Like Titus Oates Or Ananias Held water like A leaky pail— But better than That same old stale Tale. That threadbare gag, That worn excuse. Is now a rag With constant use, And yet they think It cannot fail To cloak them still— That same old stale Tale. Benito, do And Adolf try To make a new Ingenious lie. It would not raise (If put on sale) A single bid, That same old stale Tale I