Come all Kreigsgefangene of Stalag XB
To view the grand duffs made by Allan McPhee
With a lump of this good duff and a cup of good tea,
You're better a Gefangener than going to sea.
When the poor gefangener's dreams are of heaven,
They are inspired by the duffs made by 91127.
Like the "Children of Israel's" bread without leaven,
They rise like the trout from the depths of the Severn.
When "Sauerkraut" and fish are things of the past,
Please still have a thought for a master of craft,
For old "Clippy" McPhee now removed from the sand,
But still knocking up duffs in the pit of the damned.
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