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?
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