He was Italian
and even owned a stallion
He frequented the House of Bernaducci
where the guests wore clothes from Gucci.
That was, of course, before he joined the battalion.
He was a brave man, fearless and bold
there never was a thought that he would get old
He weathered the war then to his home went back
Sadly he suffered a heart attack
simply because his stallion had been sold.
His wife, she was a strange one
never smiled at him till her work was done
She cooked, she cleaned, she stewed
“I work too hard,” was her attitude
She could not loosen up, for she didn’t know how to have fun.
Then one day the Italian and his wife were together
the wife decided to cut her husband’s tether
She wanted to treat him better
told him this without writing a letter
and kissed him, lightly as a feather.