We had a plan, a plot but then began to worry, We light the fuse but it started to cough, Whispered, “Tonight?” but there was no hurry Then decided, “let’s call the whole thing off.” We packed a bomb but started shaking, We signed our names on the molotov, We swore our country was not for taking, But once again, “let’s call the whole thing off.” Canaris schemed, and started to stutter, The “spirit of Zossen” made Halder scoff, Smelled the Gestapo behind the shutter, “Let’s burn the files and call the whole thing off.” From Munich nights to Stauffenberg’s thunder, Each bold “Tonight!” turned into “Not enough,” They feared defeat almost more than blunder— And so they called the whole thing off.
