And quite often you are noticed in a beard that’s full of hair,
But that heart of yours is always twenty-one.
No, you do not “parlee English,” and you find it very hard,
For you want to chum with us and words you lack;
So you pat us on the shoulder and say, “Nous sommes camarades.”
We are that, my poilu pal, to hell and back.
Steuart M. Emery, Pvt., M. P.
AS THINGS ARE
The old home State is drier now
Than forty-seven clucks