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Twas the night before Christmas
And all thru the house
Only one creature stirred
Twas a lean lonely mouse
He nibbled with care
On a stale crust of bread
That some sleepy soldier
Had left on the bed
The clothes were arranged
On the shelf board with care
The spoons & the bowls and
dishes were there
But the thoughts of the men
Were not on the dishes
Some good old home cookin'
Were their uppermost wishes
A Golden brown turkey
With rich flavored stuffing
With celery and spuds
We'd all soon be puffing |
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To get down the cranberries
The olives and pickles
The salads and sauces
Our palates to tickle
So dream away soldier
And forget your care
Tomorrow the barley
And soup will be there
Corn mush for our breakfast
Potatoes for lunch
With rich tiki tiki
And bread toast to crunch
Don't moan for the goodies
And all the things nice
At least what we have now
Beats Lugao and rice
Our new resolution
Is no more to roam
And hope by next Christmas
WE ALL WILL BE HOME! |
