"AVOIRDUPOIS"
I sing the song of a Fat Man
Out on the skirmish line,
With a pack chock full of lead and bricks
A'hanging on behind.
Maybe you think it's funny
When you're out there on the run,
Beside all that equipment
To be pullin' half a ton.
The Captain has a heart of stone
It makes no odds to him;
He's there to teach you to skirmish,
And you'll skirmish fat or thin.
D'you suppose he gives a tinker's damn
If when you're lying prone,
The pack comes up behind your ears
And whacks you on the dome?
He just hollers "fire faster,"
Though he knows you couldn't hit
The broad side of a barn door,
If you were fifty feet from it.
He doesn't care a little bit,
If you're gasping hard for breath,
He's there to teach you to skirmish,
If you skirmish yourself to death.
Oh, well, it's true about fat men
Being always full of fun,
Good Lord, they've got to be,
'Cause they can neither fight nor run.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
GO!
Your lips say "Go!"
Eyes plead "Stay!"
Your voice so low
Faints away
To nothing, dear—
God keep me here!
God end the war,
And let us two
Travel far
On Love's road, you
And I in peace,
Never to cease.
Your lips say "Go!"
Eyes plead "Stay"—
Ah, how I know
What price you pay.