  Miranda’s dropt her fancy-work and sailed across the Straits As a temporary “lady of the lamp;” And Jane’s abandoned portraiture to wash the cups and plates Of the Tommies in a temporary camp; And Ethel—nervy Ethel!—is a motor-driving Waac, And fairly saved her special Brigadier The day that Fritz got busy and our line came surging back In a temporary movement to the rear. A temporary Major they’ve contrived to make of Bob (He was always pretty hefty at his drill), While the rank of air-mechanic—and he hustles at his job— Is the temporary perquisite of Bill; Old Joseph drives a tractor most surprising true and straight (He’s sixty, but a temporary sport), While Augustus sails the ocean as a temporary mate There’s a temporary shortage of the things we eat and wear, And the temporary pleadings of the Tank, Plus the temporary taxes that we’re called upon to bear, Lead to temporary trouble at the bank; The only things that haven’t changed since Wilhelm butted in To show how Armageddon should be run Are the views of Thomas Atkins as to who is going to win, And his personal opinion of the Hun. —Punch. |
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