So you hafta fight for butter,
And you hafta fight for meat?
And you think it’s hell to hafta fight
To get enough to eat?
So you have a ration-booklet,
And you part with points and cash;
And. the cost of living’s soaring,
So you live on beans and hash?
(That is, if you have the points for beans–
And hash contains SOME meat).
Well, there won’t be indigestion
Just because we over-eat.
And we’re still not in the battle
Like those Yankees in the trench,
‘Tho it may seem so to Hitler
From the way we raise a stench.
But the boys who died on Midway,
Or on Guadalcanal or Wake,
Didn’t stop to argue who’d go first:
Bob, or Earl, or Jake.
They died because they placed their lives
Below the good of all;
Let’s follow along with rationing–
OUR chance to lug the ball!
by Ray Romine Friday, April 9, 1943
