Show THE DYING CADET A youth a woudbc soldier lay wounded at Went Point His chin was badly shattered his voice was out of loin I His breath camo hard and jerky at times I bunched into Highs And darksome was tho color that hung about his O C A kneeling comrade asked him what mesS mes-S sago he should take salO Unto his distant kinsfolk and thus the victim pake Go break It to them gently that when ho died their Bob Was thinking of old Podunk old Podunk on the Wab Tell them In tender manner I died n soldiers death Tho fumes of hot tobasao entangled with wJh my breath My nose clear oft Ha bearings ray e e as big as moons My hair shampooed with mustard my stomach stuffed with prunes They fed me on hot olives served In col l axle grease And when I mae wry faces they hissed like horrid geese And during the proceedings they laughed S to hear me riob And wish myself in Podunk In Podunk on tho Wab They fed mo plaster paris I think almost a peck Then made me drink hot water till full up to the nock SAnd S-And my digestive organs though always prompt and pat Wore not prepared to handle a contract such as that And then they said to teach mo to bear the Ills of war They forced between my palo S lips rl Christmastime clgr Then well I know the sequel Id jump my earthly Job And find a grave at Podunk at Podunk on tho Wab S I laughed at their approaches with scorn when they began To niako mo an ollleer and army gentleman I polished up the rifles swept out tho stumps and qul sAn s-An blacked the army brogans of Uncle Sammys kids But when 1 reached the hardships of war I hnd to squeal 1 My body was not armored with Carnegie s S famed steel And comrade please express me when my heart has ceased to throb With military honors to Podunk on tho Wab Denver Evening Post |