You Never Can Tell
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Harry had two Munson feet That grew like ice and snow At bare suggestion of the thought That he to War should go. But when the Draft got him one day His face grew stern and grim; And ere he'd been in camp a month They'd made a man of him. 'Twas "Captain Harry" soon in France. Midst fighting over there He got two wounds, a D. S. C., Also the Croix de Guerre. The moral in this simple tale You've guessed, I have no doubt: You cannot tell whats in a man Until he's tested out.
