Conversation is a morsel, and, with greedy appetite,
How we chew it,
As we brew it,
Be it daytime, be it night.
Back in the States it started and continues o’er the foam,
And we’ll swally
It, by golly,
When we join the Soldiers’ Home!
A-h-h-h—men-n!
C. H. MacCoy, Base Hosp. 38.