Show Count the Slices ices n r By Herbert dead child in wasters waster's garbage can a can a child HERE'S HERES RES RE'S 1 H a every J J who starved over Hover there waiting for the crusts and scraps somebody threw away Shells are ploughing the fields where France once ploughed and howitzers alone in in the rich pastures of her gain tanks gain tanks graze I the North The allies have sent farmer and herder to feed their guns and until Germany retreats we must feed their families Turn your kitchen into a trench every home that reduces its I grocery bills forces Berlin to produce another soldier The last line of defense in this war is destined to be the bread line The countries with enough to eat wont won't be beat Hang the Stars and Stripes ov over r the flour bin and refrigerator and do your duty to America and humanity Save a little each day for the devoted nations battling to save so o much for you Heaped plates are salted with despairing tears Soldiers and widows and orphans will hideously pay in the end for our table extravagance Every squandered lot of food means a life lost abroad every abroad every thriftless housewife wears the iron cross upon her soul Watch the portions portions count count the slices slices give give France her daily share Copyright 1918 by Herbert Kaufman Great Britain and all alt other rights reserved |