Actually I found the complete Baku, or the Map Game by better use of Google-fu. I thought the poster's comments (in italics below) worth quoting... and there's a new book to find!
So, I'm reading Operation Pike, a book about British plans to attack the Soviet Union during the Second World War during the period of German-Soviet nonaggression. The British spent an astonishing amount of time and energy plotting how to destroy the Soviet Union, which, up until Barbarossa, much of Britan's leadership saw as the serious threat. As a result, a great deal of planning went into destroying the Baku oil fields, perceived to be the USSR's achilles heel, and an easier way of knocking out Germany and the USSR than a brutal slog across Germany.
Most of the plans, frankly, were a tad absurd, envisioning a couple squadrons of bombers taking out a major network of oil wells and refineries. Nevertheless, since it was well known the Soviets were so incompetent that they couldn't even beat Finland, it was envisioned that it would be easy to knock themn out. The real concern, in the eyes of some planners, was that if the USSR was attacked they'd invite the Germans in to reorganize their economy along more efficient, German lines, creating, as one planner joked, "Teutoslavia." Some people recognized that this was a terrible idea, notably A.P. Herbert, the PM for Oxford, who wrote a poem criticizing the ideas.
Baku, or the Map Game
Its Jolly to look at the map
And finish the foe in a day
Its not easy to get at the chap
These neutrals are so in the way
But what if you say 'what would you do
To fill the aggressor with gloom?'
Well, we might drop a bomb on Baku
Or what about bombs on Batum?
Other methods, of course, may be found
We might send a fleet up the Inn
We might burrow far underground
And come up in the heart of Berlin
But I think a more promising clue
To the Totalitarian doom
is the dropping of bombs on Baku
And perhaps a few bombs on Batum
The scale of the map should be small
If you're winning the war in a day
It mustn't show mountains at all
For mountains may be in the way
But, taking a statesmanlike view
And sitting at home in a room,
I'm all for some bombs on Baku
And, of course, a few bombs on Batum
Sometimes I invade the dear Dutch
Sometimes I descend on the Danes
They oughtn't to mind very much
And they don't seem to have any planes
I slip through the Swiss and say 'Boo!'
I pop over the Alps and say 'Boom!'
But I still drop a few bombs on Baku
And I always drop bombs on Batum
Vladivostok is not very far
Sometimes I attack him from there
With the troops in a rather fast car
I am on him before he's aware
And then, it's so hard to say who
Is fighting, precisely, with whom,
that I know about bombing Baku
I insist upon bombing Batum
During the war, this poem was classified Most Secret, and it's such a great criticism of wargaming that I thought I'd share it.
