A nice, comfy bed
With a mattress instead
Of some billet floor
That makes your ribs sore.
The day when we no longer blister our heels,
But know how a ride in the old subway feels!
The day that we no longer parlez Français,
But speak once again in the good old home way!
Keep running, Fritz, as you’re now on the run,
And before very long you will be a licked Hun,