Oh Army Life, of Thee I sing:
No shortages, no rationing;
Lots of prunes, and scads of beans ,
And plenty more behind-th’ scenes;
Lots of stuff they say is meat–
Not to name, but just to eat!
Clothes we see in plenty, too:
O.D. is the thing for you.
It may not match your hair and eyes,
But you look like all the other guys.
(And the color of your week-day undies
Resembles those you’ll wear on Sundays.)
Shoes we have, and where I’m stationed,
Footwear SIZES aren’t rationed.
The Manpower situation’s grand–
Crowds of halp on every hand.
POINT’s Just something it’s not polite to;
TOKEN’s what you’ve been when the dice do what dice do.
About the only place where we get a rimmin’,
The civilian has (and we ain’t got) women–
And many a veteran with experience behind ‘im
Says those can be had if you know where to find ’em.
Add it all up, and I think you’ll see
Why a civilian’s job looks TOUGH TO ME!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 4, 1944
