Johhny Snow

I lost my dear Johnny long ago.
They found him shot in the snow.
he was trying to escape.
But, he couldn't get past the gate.

When the opponents came in,
they sounded the good news.
The germans could not win.
They were trapped in their shoes.

Poor old Johnny never did believe.
Instead, he wanted himself to achieve.
He thought he could get out,
without the Nazi's ever finding out.

On the day he died,
he escaped from his work,
walked to the fence, touched it and got fried,
nearly never to be seen among the murk.

I lost my dear Johnny long ago,
buried within a grave of snow.
Today he cackles beneath the Earth,
laying to rest on German turf.