Bonaparte Poem by Pierre Rausch

Manoeuvre!
A falling apple-tree leans far over
Crows fly through branches
Something which shone
Just moving on!

Manoeuvre!
Baguette in the morning
Cares if I'm picked
And if you like, I will explain to you affair
Just moving on!

With muskets stood
Manoeuvre!
Each holding one end of the chain
Belt, short sabre, manoeuvre!

It seemed to move
My breakfast apparition
Unlike sten gun
Manoeuvre! It assumed a form

Cargo load, vehicles
France Champion
I'd believe in combat

Blackguards stepping in march
Cows fournishing in fields
I'd believe in instant
By degree the outlines became stand

„At Normandie landed
For land they've fought“
Where do they live?
Manoeuvre!
An apple-tree leans far over
And with sword in fist
Blurred by dawn
Because the ground was wet
The artillery had to wait
Until it became firmer
Manoeuvre, manoeuvre!