COOKIE JIM

The capting says, says he to us: “Your duty is to do your best; We can n't ALL lead in this here muss, So mind your job! That is the test

O’ soldierin’, O’ soldierin’ — To mind your job, while soldierin’!” When Jimmy joined the colors first, he knowed that soon he'd be

A non-com. officer,— oh, sure, he had that idee firm; But Jimmy got another think, fer quite eventually They had him workin’ like a Turk, th’ pore, astonished worm. The rest of us, we gotta eat, and Jimmy — he can cook!

( He makes a stew that tastes as good as mother used to make. ) An’ when he starts to flappin’ cakes, why, every hungry rook Is droolin’ at the mouth for them, a-waitin’ fer his take. He's ranked a sergeant, but he do n't mix up with no recruits;

He rides a horse when we parade ( which ai n't so often now ); But where he shines is when we eat; the grub that Jimmy shoots At hungry troopers every day is certainly “some chow.” He's jest a “dough-boy,” of a sort; it's Jimmy's job to cook;

Do n't hafter drill, do n't hafter tote a lot of arms with him; Jest messes up th’ stuff we eat, and we do n't hafter look — It's always clean! So here's a good luck and health to Cookie Jim! The capting says, says he: “You rooks

Have gotta lot to learn, I'll say, ‘ Cept Jimmy; he's the best o’ cooks Troop Z has had fer many a day While soldierin’,

While soldierin’ — He does his work, while soldierin’!”