My Dad’s favorite poet was Anon, a prolific scribbler. Here’s one he collected, probably in the 1950s:
Don’tcha worry, honey chile,
Don’tcha cry no more.
It’s just a little ol’ atom bomb
In a little ol’ limited war.
It’s just a bitsy warhead, chile,
With a little ol’ tactical shell.
And all it’s gonna do is blow us all
To a little ol’ limited hell.
–Anon
This was written in response to one or another psychotic government employees who happily discussed the idea of a limited nuclear war.