Patrick Leigh Fermor

THE INTERNATIONAL PRIMATE PROTECTION LEAGUE.  This came, usual thing asking for money. Poor Archbishops, I thought, feeling the pinch. But it turned out to be monkeys.

Meanwhile, the kittens - downholsterers and interior desecrators to a kitten - demolish all.

and so on, through the remaining five stanzas to the end. The general's blue eyes had swivelled away from the mountain-top to mine — and when I'd finished, after a long silence, he said: `Ach so, Herr Major!' It was very strange. As though, for a long moment, the war had ceased to exist. We had both drunk at the same fountains long before; and things were different between us for the rest of our time together.