—— MY FIRST NIGHT IN THE ARMY. ——
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I'm there with two thin blankets, As thin as a slice of ham, A German spy was likely the guy Who made them for Uncle Sam. How did I sleep? Don't kid me— My bed-tick's filled with straw, And lumps and humps and big fat bumps That pinched till I was raw.
Me and my two thin blankets As thin as my last thin dime, As thin, I guess, as a chorus girl's dress, Well, I had a dandy time. I'd pull 'em up from the bottom, Whenever I started to sneeze, A couple of yanks to cover my shanks, And then how my "dogs" did freeze.
You could use 'em for porous plasters, Or maybe to strain the soup,— My pillows my shoes when I tried to snooze— And I've chilblains, a cough and croup.
Me and my two thin blankets, Bundled up under my chin; Yes, a German spy was likely the guy, And—MY—but they were thin.
AMERICAN EYE CLASSES OPTICIAN LONDON PARIS 1A, Old Bond St. 3, Rue Scribe.
