Classic Poem

Not the wild Walkyr maid alone
In her tremendous teens
Drags men with ropes of golden hair
And also private means.

For us that second golden string
Is known behind the scenes;
We too rejoice in public men
Who know what “private” means.

Still the poor German has the worst
When Nazi might unscreens
Such rather private matters on
The way to private means.

And if he seeks the Dark Lady
Judith or Sheba's Queens
The public power may shoot him dead
By very private means.