Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Poem: Commissariat Camels

We haven't a camelty tune of our own
To help us trollop along.
But every neck is a hairy trombone,
Rtt-ta-ta-ta! is a hairy trombone.
And this is our marching song:
Can't! Dont! Shan't! Won't!
Pass it along the line!

by Rudyard Kipling

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