H. HAYWARD HIRSCH
It’s Captain Hayward with his hearty voice,
A “Ho-ho-ho,” like Santa’s or Popeye’s—
“Where shall we go to dinner? It’s your choice,
Though if you say ‘Too-Jays,’ that’s no surprise.”
He’d sailed in both the oceans in the War,
His ships strafed and torpedoed hideously,
Killing his hapless sailors by the score
In scenes he dreamed thereafter, miserably.
Successful later as a financier,
He afterward retired to Florida
Yet had a covert CIA career
In the Far East, in Thailand and Burma.
He’d other secrets, too, we learned in time,
Though it’s his kindness that’s most fit for rhyme.