Pride Of The Biosphere - Wigwam
As I cast my mind back to the first years of war
To the best times of my entire career as a chaplain
I am still filled with deep piety
With profound gratitude and awe
At the recollection of one remarkable
Recurrent course of events we chating its light
Came to pass my work day life
In those halcyon years
Warfare is rough play
As we all know and in the manly and
Meraless martial turmoil surely all of us
Even the merest Negro
Thelowliest Japanese or Jew yeah
We are equals in the sight of the sameGawd;
Indeed I wish to emphasize this
Well as I was saying
It is with intense emotion and profound humility
That I recall those months of May
The days when thefirst ripe cherries
Would be fresh off the bough;
And sitting there in the dull humdrum of the Officers' Mess
We would naturally be pleasantly diverted by questions
Such as would we like some cherries
However it became virtually a point of tradition
Yes hearing that innocent query
Rather more lusciously live worded a couple of "Gerries"
How about some Gerries
At this and blushing almost openly
The officers would proceed to R**e the waitresses in full view
And afterwards s***t them on the spot
And so as the afflicted blood of
These possessed women crimsoned
The drab missing floor my turn would come to step forth
And perform my own assignment in
This Extraordinary colorful drama
Those fallen souls laid to their last rest
Before the scorching pains of flaming hellfire
We would fold our hands
Upon the familiar words of my esteemed colleague
The vary words that so frequently during my career
Have intrigued and brought me inscrutable
Are the ways of the Lord
And how could we mortals be expected to mind and master
Every turn a-men