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Life with our Army Dad
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Comedy/Humor We're close to a dozen marching one by one
The blow of a whistle, our father's band, there's none
The anthem of the morning in the assembly is sang
Why, nobody plays the bugle, the reveille goes tang.
Stand at attention under our father's command
Collars straighten in uniforms he reprimands
Arms with fears, but the giggles surface
We look like idiots in army’s riotous face.
Our father, Yes Sir, obey first without complain
You must do this and that or you’re out in the plain
Cutting grasses under the heat of the sun
No play, no recreation and you’ll miss the fun.
The dozen in unison yelled in abeyance Aye, aye
He dismisses us in a hurry without his goodbye
To the camp he’ll go, the C.O. cuts his furlough
His duty for the day we have to see him through.
Now the dozen goes wild, didn’t do as he commands.
One is the sentry at the door posing as our watchman
Father is coming! Our fun is cut short and put to a halt!
We heard his whistle blow and run faster like a lightning bolt!
~greenmeadow~
2/19/2006
