The men are whispering like worried snowmen,
Looking at the burning sun,
Then they heard it,
The bang of the boom of the bomb,
Guns lifted up,
Canons aimed,
Soldiers froze like in a picture frame,
Then it happened all at once,
Commanders sent them over the top,
As scared as a mop,
They did not move,
Neither did they stir,
This then happened with in a blur,
They clambered over the trench they did,
They clambered over the trench,
Faces of pure terror,
Death if made one error,
They fought with all their might,
Through days and such nights,
But to put an end to this story,
The toms finished in monumental glory!