You’re in the Army now.
Get up, you foozle, ninny, boob,
There’s eggs and cheese and ham
(For officers) and slum for you,
You slave of Uncle Sam.
But don’t you fret or don’t you fume,
For honest Injun! How
Would you have felt if you were not
In Uncle’s Army now?
Ray L. Huff, Pvt., M.D.