When George was fifteen on the farm out west,
The papers came. The family was impressed:
"Our Georgy will be serving with the best."
The charm he stole from mother's sleeping breast
That night, he wore in secret. No-one guessed
The string of gold hung underneath his vest.
The fame of George - his victories attest
Near reckless in his valour, somehow blessed
George will die soon, for the best.
And if you saw him, you'd not be impressed -
Such lack of dignity now he's regressed -
He makes the other residents depressed.
He used to wear a pressed
Dress suit; so smart.
Now he sits and dribbles.
He's lost his charm.