"You see that young kid lying there

Playing a game of solitaire?

All shot to pieces in the air;

By Heck, Sarge, he's a wonder.

The gamest kid I ever met;

They're probing him for bullets yet,

But s--sh; here comes his nurse Yvette--

Kepthim from going under.

You think she's passing by him? Nit!

D'you get that smile? He waves his mitt;

I think he's stuck on her a bit.

Can't blame him for that matter,

\She watches him just like a hawk.

Now listen to their daily talk.

She's all Farce, he's all New York;

Sit quiet, hear their chatter."

"Pardonnez-moi, désirez-vous----"

Oh, fine and dandy! How are you?"

"Quelque chose? Comprenez-vous ?----"

"Ah now I know you're kiddin'."

"Vous avez bonne mine aujourd'hui----"

"It's high time you were nice to me."

"Time? Je comprends, il est midi----"

"Bright eyes, I think I'm skiddin'."

'Je crois que je vous donnerai----"

I'll back up anything you say----"

"Un petit morceau de poulet----"

"You fascinating creature!"

"Avec le crême, dans la coquille,----"

"Rats! There she goes! I always feel

Some blessy's S. 0. S. appeal

Will call off my French teacher."

The Sarge here nudged my splintered ribs;

"Well, I'll be damned! Here comes His Nibs!"

And down the aisle stalked General Gibbs

With all the famous aces.

They formed around the sick boy's bed,

He gasped, saluted, then turned red:

"Looks like I'm pinched!" was all he said,

Scanning their smiling faces.

"So," spoke the General, "you alone

Brought down three Taubes on your own!

Another Yankee Ace is known

To everyone in Blighty.

I'm proud to know you,--put it there--,

And now we're going to let you wear

This gallantly won Croix de Guerre

I'm pinning on your nighty."