Thank you, Sir John; though it's a little strange
To thank the torturer who makes no change.
Thank you. Sir John, you've been extremely nice:
Whisky is still five times the proper price.
'Thank you, Sir John'; the compliments resound:
You still take only ten bob in the pound.
'Thank you, Sir John', the cheerful victim brays.
Never did robbery receive such praise.
May 7, 1944
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem