In class today we learned all about the Aubade,
said the kid quietly, a sort of serenade.
That’s nice, little one, said the boy’s mother,
sit still now dear, I’m putting things away.

Do you know, mummy, who wrote this one song?
In the meadows the herd herding herders.
The future father sang for the future mother
and besides I didn’t get one maths question wrong.

Do you remember that time you made a promise,
if I did well in school and was always honest,
daddy will come back and we can have a party?
I can’t keep that promise, my son, I’m so sorry.

Your father was fearless, all a man should be,
he was never beaten, the battle was bloody.
Victory comes with a heavy price to pay.
It was his fate to die a hero that day.