No more against a blazing sky where hard-pressed Fokkers flee,
No more where charging heroes die, my peakéd top you’ll see.
The trade mark of the Johnnie’s gone, but, just between us two,
I’ll bet you I come back again when this damn war is through!
WHEN THE GENERAL CAME TO TOWN
We wuz workin’ in th’ offus—
That is, all exceptin’ me—
An’ I wuz jest a-settin’,
As a orderly should be,
When a feller wearin’ eagles