And my ears they are covered with hair,
And I frequent inhabit the guardhouse,
I’ll be “priv” until “fini la guerre.”
But my hosses, they neigh when I’m comin’,
An’ my sarge knows how hefty they drag,
An’ the cap lent me ten francs this mornin’—
Here’s to him an’ to me an’ the flag!
F. M. H. D., F.A.
SONG OF THE CENSOR MAN
Oh, I am the man with a mightier pen