When Igor Comes Marching Home Poem by Denys E. W. Jones

When Igor comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah!
When Igor comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah!
He'll have five fingers and not ten,
Cos one hand, who knows where it went?
But he thinks he lost it somewhere near Bakhmut.

When Ivan come limping home again, Mama, Mama.
When Ivan comes hobbling home again, Mama, Mama.
He'll have one foot instead of two,
He'll be in need of just one shoe,
Cos five toes got blown off when he stepped on a mine!

When Piotr comes fumbling home again, Papa, Papa.
When Piotr comes stumbling home again, Papa, Papa.
He'll tell us all that he's half blind,
Cos a shard of shrapnel pierced one eye,
But at least he'll still have two hands and both feet!

And Sergej ain't marching home at all this year, this year.
No, Sergej won't hear no bugle call, I fear, I fear.
Can't move his arms, can't shake his legs,
The plain fact is that Sergej's dead,
So they'll send him home in a plastic body-bag...

28/6/23
Denys E. W. Jones