At the ecstatic thrill
Of being there to have a share
In the funeral of "Kaiser Bill."



THE HIKE

The orders are, "Prepare to hike!"
So pack your war bag. Hit the pike.
Throw back your shoulders--keep the step,
For this is where we get the pep.

"Prepare to hike," the orders are.
And don't you dare to ask how far.
We'll get what's coming, don't you see?
So what's the odds to you and me?

Prepare to hike! Roll up your kit.
Strap on equipment. Hit the Grit
Your corns will ripen on the road,--
Just pare them down when taps are "blowed."

We're billed to hike--the bugles blow.
"'Tis column right" and off you go.
Civilians watch as we pass by--
We watch the girlies wink the eye.

Prepardness is the slogan now,
And rumor says there'll be a row--