SERGEANT FINCH
He’s a popular sergeant, you bet,
For he’ll rough it along with his men,
And start up a song in the wet
To set ’em all smiling again.
His stories are naughty, I’m told,
His voice has a sonorous sound;
But the envy of all who behold
Is the way that his puttees are wound.
Blue-eyed, debonair, with a hat
Cocked sideways the eighth of an inch,
He’s sparrow-like: but for all that
The name in his pay-book is Finch.