They called her Wolfie

There are wolves of every kind

I know the most inhuman type

My heart let the devil bind

And at his doorstep may you find

Is but a plaything in his gripe

Wolves kept faith in olden years

Like the lapdog sentimental

Fighting men who love the dears

Gallantly remembered tears

And like wolves were more than gentle

But today the times grow dire

Wolves are now all tigerish

And the soldier and the Empire

Cæsar turned into a Vampire

Are as cruel as Venus is

I’m sure Rouveyre of what is right

And on my high horse sitting tall

I shall soon go off to fight

Pitiless chaste and with stern sight

Like those warriors Épinal

Sold in Mass-edition pictures

Which Georgin on wood engraved

Where are they those handsome soldiers

Ranks of eld Where are the wars

Where are the wars of yesterday

Guillaume Apollinaire