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 112 RICHARD BUTLER GLAENZER

��SURE, IT'S FUN!

What fun to be a soldier !

��— Everykid.

��Sure, it's fun to be a soldier ! Oh, it's fun, fun, fun. Upon an iron shoulder-blade to tote a feather gun ; To hike with other brave galoots in easy-going

army-boots ; To pack along a one-ounce sack, the commissary on

your track ; To tramp, tramp, tramp, to a right-and-ready camp ! Fun? — Sure, it's fun, just the finest ever, son!

Yes, it's fun to be a soldier ! Oh, it's fun, fun, fun, To loaf along a level road beneath a cloudless sun Or over fields of golden grain, kept cool by puffs of

wind and rain ; Then richly, more-than-fully, fed, to stretch upon a

downy bed And sleep, sleep, sleep, while the stay-at-homes

weep ! Fun ? — Sure, it's fun, just the finest ever, son !

Oh, it's fun to be a soldier ! Oh, it's fun, fun, fun. To catch the silly enemy and get 'em on the run ;

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