OLD STEW PAN we must part today
It sorta makes me sad,
I know a PAN more useful
No woman ever had.
I cannot tell how many hundred
Times I've needed YOU
For boiling puddings, beans or corn
Or appetizing STEW;
I've often dreamed as I have worked
And visioned some glad day
When in an airplane I'd go
To distant lands away;
But never in my wildest dreams
OLD STEW PAN did I see,
That in those flights to distant lands
YOU'D go instead of me;
But now OLD PAN, that day has come
Our country's in a stew,
It is calling for aluminum
And I am sending YOU.
Instead of holding wholesome food
The hungry ones to fill,
Your task will be conveying bombs;
To wreck and maime and kill;
And oh! the devastation
And suffering you'll see,
Before this war is over
And nations will be free;
So fare thee well, old STEW-PAN;
Until this war is through,
If one of us must be there,
I'D RATHER IT BE YOU.
Poems by Fanny Gudmundsen Brunt poems
Moods and Memories published 1945
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