Strafing someone else for talking),
Bayonets gleaming in the starlight,
Water-bottles gurgling softly
As they clumped along the pathway,
Clumped along towards Hodza River;
At the ford they crossed the river
Splashing like a hippo bathing,
Gasping as it reached their tummies;
But it did not damp their ardour,
Damped their feet but not their ardour,