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I took to khaki at a word	A
And fashioned dreams of wonder	B
I rode the great sea like a bird	A
Chock full of blood and thunder	B
I saw myself upon the field	C
Of battle framed in glory	D
Compelling stubborn foes to yield	C
As captives to my sword and shield	C
This is another story	D
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We sat about in sun and sand	E
We broke old Cairo's images	F
Met here and there a swarthy band	E
In little friendly scrimmages	F
And here it is I start to kid	G
No Moslem born can hit me	D
The Germ then that had long laid hid	G
Came out of Pharaoh's pyramid	G
And covertly he bit me	D
	-
For some few days I wore an air	H
Of pensive introspection	I
And then I curled down anywhere	H
They whispered of infection	I
And hoist me on two sticks as though	J
I bore the leper's label	K
And took me where all in a row	J
Of tiny beds two score or so	J
Were raising second Babel	K
	-
But no man talked to any one	I
And no bloke knew another	B
This soldier raved about his gun	I
And that one of his mother	B
They were the victims of the Germ	L
The imp that Satan pricks in	M
First cousin to the Coffin Worm	L
Whose uncomputed legions squirm	L
Some foul atomic Styx in	M
	-
The Germ rides with the plunging shell	N
Or on the belts that fret you	O
Or in a speck of dust may well	N
One thousand years to get you	O
Well ambushed in a tunic fold	P
He waits his special mission	I
And never lad so big and bold	P
But turns to water in his hold	P
And dribbles to perdition	I
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Where is war's pomp and circumstance	F
The gauds in which we prank it	Q
Germ ends for us our fine romance	F
Wrapped in a dingy blanket	R
We set out braggartly in mirth	S
World's bravest men and tallest	T
To do the mightiest thing on earth	S
And here we're lying nothing worth	S
Succumbent to the smallest	U

Edward Dyson

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