Over 50 tons of Krupp steel,
Ploughing relentlessly on.
In a tight wedge formation,
A heavily armoured echelon.
88mm mounted in its turret,
Respecting no enemy at all.
Destroying all in its path,
No matter how big or small.
The most fearsome behemoth,
On any bloody battlefield.
And when it breaks cover,
A deadly Tiger now revealed.
At Kursk it took a hiding,
And the Panther and Elephant.
By fearless Russian tactics,
A proud victory most relevant.
For after this vast tank battle,
The German initiative was lost.
Stalin holding the upper-hand,
Losing the war was Hitler's cost.
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