Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 9, No. 4 April 17, 1946
There was a merry murderer who flourished in Madrid,
And kept his place and saved his face no matter what he did.
His name was mud, his drink was blood, but still he sang with glee
"I care for nobody, no, not I, and nobody cares for me."
The Axis gave him victory, the Allies gave him loans,
And Bavin gave him warning words, but hard words break no bones.
While all around Dictators drowned, still Franco seemed to swim
He cared for nobody, no, not he, and nobody cared for him.
Republicans were much rejoiced when Franco was Potsdammed,
The Big Three swore they'd shut the door, but it has not been slammed;
They seek his trade, they send him aid in petrol flowing free,
And still he sings "I care for none, and nobody cares for me."
He knows that France will stand no chance, her protests are all vain.
For freedom's sake we will not break with Franco's Fascist Spain;
The Royalist may still persist, but Juan's hopes grow dim—
He cares for nobody, no, not he, and nobody cares for him.
We do not call upon Giral, we do not back Negrin,
Though many shout "Kick Franco out!" we still keep Franco in;
He loudly cheers each time he hears the British B.B.C.—
"I care for nobody, no, not I, but somebody cares for me."