THE THINGS THE AIR FORCE TAUGHT HIM.

Erk's Work, 1 February 1941, Page 14

THE THINGS THE AIR FORCE TAUGHT HIM.

Now Johnny was a simple bloke, Who one September day Did join the R.N.Z.A.F., A hero’s part to play. They sent him to Ohakea, Some rookie drill to do, ’Tis in the contract, mark yer, Of all men who wear the blue. They gave him a big uniform, And boots black ankle two, A hat that would’nt fit him And combinations blue. But they gave him no umbrella, And it really was a shame To see that bald old fella’ Out drilling in the rain. They gave him broom and polish, Bucket and rags galore, And said, “No don’t get snobbish, Get cracking on that floor.” And when he’d scrubbed for half a mile In a building called headquarters, The sergeant told him with a smile He’d make a damned good porter. Then they made him guard-commander On a dark and stormy night, And he walked all round Ohakea Just a bald, bad-tempered bite. F"or they woke him at eleven, And they woke him up at four, And when the poor cow got to bed They woke him up some more. “You’ll have saveloys for supper, iA-nd tea, all piping hot.” But the tea was without sugar, And the savs. all had the bot. They gave him leave on Saturday And so he went to town, And with his little hard-earned pay His sorrows tried to drown. And having got inebriated, To a party he did wander, And there a blue-eyed blonde he dated On whom his little all did squander.

And when his money all was gone, Back to the camp they brought him, And so here ends the doleful song Of some things the Air Force taught him.

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