The Troubles Of Tino

War pot is still stewing, Not a sign of peace, Trouble now is brewing 'Round the shores of Greece; Tino needs our pity, Threatened by the Huns, Seaboard town and city Faced by British guns. If he helps the Germans Lose his job for life; If he favors Britain Has to square his wife. Holds no trumps nor aces, Cannot take a trick, Cards are all queen's faces, Tino's feeling sick. Tino never whistles, Neither does he sing, Bed of thorns and thistles; Who would be a king?