Swooning To the Bassoon
At 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
In the month of June Mr. Cartoon
was heard singing along attune
At the neighborhood saloon
swooning to a swinging bassoon
harmonizing along with the platoon
from Camp Lejeune
all day and all night they crooned
first under the sun and then the moon.
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