He was getting old and paunchy, And his hair was falling fast, And he sat around the Legion, Telling stories of the past. Of a war that he once fought in, And the deeds that he had done, In his exploits with his buddies; They were heroes, every one. And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors, His tales became a joke, All his buddies listened quietly, For they knew where of he spoke. But we'll hear his tales no longer, For ol' Bob has passed away, And the world's a little poorer, For a Soldier died today. He won't be mourned...