Captive Conquerors

(It is reported that women in Stuttgart have been forbidden by military proclamation to cast amorous glances on the British prisoners.)

OH! Stuttgart Frauleins, and capacious Fraus,

What shocking news is this that filters through?

Have you been fostering domestic rows

By casting, naughtily, glad eyes of blue

At poor old Tommy in his prison-house?

Tut! tut! This is a pretty how-d'ye do!

Anna and Gretchen, where's your strength of mind?

Think of that khaki crowd whose force of arms

Bustles your goose-step legions from behind ;

These very captives should inspire alarms.

You are indeed disloyal and unkind .

To fall a prey to their dishevelled charms.

The gods have come among you, I admit,

To make your jealous

Herren

fume and fuss.

Unkempt, unshaven, rather short of kit,

The prisoners attract you even thus.

But,

Fraus

and

Frauleins

, what's the use of it?

Their hearts, please understand, belong to us !