The Coward Stayed Dry

Raindrops will fall upon my head

I can’t attend the ceremony

To honour our fallen dead

My hair will get wet I need to stay dry

My “heel spurs” still hurt

But at least “I” survived

And after all –

A hundred years has gone by

I am the President why should I cry

Is there anything in it for me and for mine

I’ll stay here in the warm, 

America won’t mind

As for those who served

And like me did not flee

Who sacrificed and died

So we could be free

Well – all I can say

Is that it was their choice

I’ll pretend and I’ll sigh

But what I really mean 

Is hard luck and goodbye