It really makes the “immortals” laugh,
To think that they’ll get in the staff.
When asked where they are going to go,
In four years Engineers, you know.
When one more week has had its run,
The Corps will start for Washington.
Clean candle-boxes will be worn.
On us, militia will look with scorn.
To drink will be the greatest crime,
The corps will drill by band clock-time.