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A whispered murmur fills the air
And thrills our souls to the core.

Still we laugh and declare we do not care,
But we're hoping its here,-- the WAR.

When we think of adventure, our bodies lust
And a civilian's smug safety abhor;

It seems we'll just swell up and bust
If we don't get to see it,-- the WAR.

We've all been told its a terrible thing
By those who've been in it before;

That the cannon's ring leaves us numb with the sting;
That's a chance that we'll take for its--WAR.

A soldier's no place the while there is peace,
But in battle we're heroes--and more;

On our lives as police we take a new lease,
For we're aching to go to the --WAR.

We're strong and we're young, our lives but begun,
But we're ready to risk it and go

Just for the thrill that must come, and will,
When we're thrown in the fray 'gainst the foe.

Dick rosenberg

The eagle hungry, and freezing from cold,
perched on his Craig, and laughed in bold
disdain at the canary far below,
fat and sleek, and secure from woe.
for the eagle's soul was not to be
While the canary's soul is his own worse foe.

The eagle meats when hungry, and sleeps when tired,
There is never a rut in which he is mired,
Except for his memories, he's nothing to show.
Yet is he not happier than the fools below?
No man is his master, to have him fired.
No one will hide, if he wild oats sow.

The canary, by the laws and ways of man,
led a model life since his life began.