And did you holler “Atta Boy!”
When Powell zipped ’em, one, two, three,
And made the Doughboys dance with joy—
Was yours the voice that rose in glee?
Not so; you made your escort feel
Like one big, foolish, roasted goose,
When all the bleachers heard you squeal,
“But, Bill, hees nose ees so retrousse.”
So when you don your new chapeau
Hereafter for a promenade,