Duck and Cover Drill

Duck And Cover Drill David J Walker I still Remember the drills Holding our heads under The third-grade desks “Perfect,” our teacher said Repeat after me “Duck and Cover” “Duck and cover” And us boys on the Playground With wide-eyed pride That our town Was important enough For the Russians to bomb With nuclear weapons Pueblo Had a weapons depot That no one we know Had ever seen But we had seen the Graining film of the Mushroom cloud above the Blast that would last only Seconds before Everyone and Everything was gone Everyone but our Third-grade class Safe under our desks Heads beneath our arms Where we would stay still Until the alarms were sounded All clear from the Duck and Cover Drill