The Army Dragon
Over the hills threw the grass,
Threw the door with shattered glass,
Up the stairs in the hole,
Now slide down theslippery pole,
Life gets harder everytime,
I must remember this is mine,
On ward marching standing tall,
Stopping quick never fall,
Running study an jump the wall,
Climb the rope as high as you can,
Whatch the girls play gi jan,
On ward march to the firing range,
Empty pockets with no change,
On ward march with a gun,
Laughting, joking and haviving fun,
When we all agree we say hull,
An we eat until were satisfied or
full.
Threw the door with shattered glass,
Up the stairs in the hole,
Now slide down theslippery pole,
Life gets harder everytime,
I must remember this is mine,
On ward marching standing tall,
Stopping quick never fall,
Running study an jump the wall,
Climb the rope as high as you can,
Whatch the girls play gi jan,
On ward march to the firing range,
Empty pockets with no change,
On ward march with a gun,
Laughting, joking and haviving fun,
When we all agree we say hull,
An we eat until were satisfied or
full.
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