Soldiers Never Tire of Yes Sir

Soldiers never tire of “Yes Sir”! Forgetful lips a long storm stir, Disciplinary frog jumps for an hour Or a free fall from a waiting tower. Soldiers love Ear-Dividing “Yes Sir!” You lower yours you’ve robbed them their fur; No defaulter who won’t seem damned sour, The Newest Bride might just lose her flower. Solider could never stop feeding on force At short notice quite ready for a course They should want to ascertain its source With a clearly disinterested horse! Soldiers keep to the mischief of slouching Towards a quarry by some fireside crouching. So, why should one ever be heard vouching For a shaky honor in innocent words couching?