Take this tin of Cadbury’s chocolate.
Also there is my rum ration,
You are very welcome to it,
And I’ll see the Sergeant-Major,
Get you off parade to-morrow.”
Then he drew his crazy chair up,
Lit his pipe and stretched his legs out,
Heaved a sigh of great contentment,
Gazed into the flames in silence,
Dreaming of his green-eyed Phyllis,