Calling me dinky dau don’t mean nothin, it’s Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas as you may not have heard it before
Twas the before Christmas and all through the CORPS
not a troopie liberty they sure were sore
we were sacked out, every man in the lot
in a bed of spikes the Marine Corps called a bed
When out on the lawn came such a clatter
sprang from my bed to see what was the matter, a Rolly polly figure appeared on the scene
To my surprise it was Commandant of the Marines, there was no doubt, wearing a poncho, green side out He tipped-toed to each man’s rack, inspected each rifle & pack
To a chosen few, a 96 chit, to the majority a ration of shit
As he pulled away, in his gold-plated tank, drawn by ten colonels all pushing for rank, I heard him say in a very loud shout Merry Christmas you bastards, you’ll never out!
Found a card on my door step, ” what’s this”
they clearly thought, screw the Post office drove it way out here
Was from a young person who I’ve given trapping books and some knowledge about being humane while in the woods.
It’s what Christmas is all about right, Hope for a better tomorrow
Here, I’ll teach you something some already know, depending the situation and place loud or under your breath,
doo mammy monkey-eye
what’s that mean in the english, MF!
people may look at you weird, pay no mind to them, you don’t need their negatively in your life