It’s A Paradise
We’re in the camp that is the best; Of all the camps we know, Where we get co-operation, In all ranks—high and low; Where extra leave falls in your lap, If you’ve the urge to go, Where all the Waacs are glamorous Just like a Broadway show. When “Smithy’’ orders —'“Jackets On” To worst the icy blow— 1 . Our curves are then all camouflaged—Bad show boys —he’s not slow. We have a super Swimming Pool, But last week as you’ve read The water shortage knocked us back. Still, next summer’s well* ahead. The bath in which we all delight, Before we go to bed, Attracts the baby centipedes; - Huge spiders there are bred; And rats and bugs disturb our sleep, The squeals would wake the dead; ft But still our hut’s a Paradise Our Mr. Skeet once said. The Waacs may rave and do their block, And curse as ne’er before, But every little bit of fluff, Is a soldier to the core; And tho’ they sayif they’d a chance, They’d be smartly out the door, And leave it to the other chap To fight this blinkin’ war; If the Japs should try their little tricks And land upon our shore — We’ll show ’em we can take it lads, And hand it out, what’s more. —H2.
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Flak, Volume 1, Issue 7, 11 June 1943, Page 2
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219It’s A Paradise Flak, Volume 1, Issue 7, 11 June 1943, Page 2
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