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Title: The Hike
Author: W. E. Christian [
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The orders are, "Prepare to hike!"
So pack your war bag. Hit the pike.
Throw back your shoulders--keep the step,
For this is where we get the pep.
"Prepare to hike," the orders are.
And don't you dare to ask how far.
We'll get what's coming, don't you see?
So what's the odds to you and me?
Prepare to hike! Roll up your kit.
Strap on equipment. Hit the Grit
Your corns will ripen on the road,--
Just pare them down when taps are "blowed."
We're billed to hike--the bugles blow.
"'Tis column right" and off you go.
Civilians watch as we pass by--
We watch the girlies wink the eye.
Prepardness is the slogan now,
And rumor says there'll be a row--
A real one on the Western Front.
We're drilling for this special stunt.
Prepare to hike! Get in the game.
Your feet get sore, but don't go lame,
Just set your jaws, with stiffened lip,
And hold the lines with sand and "zip."
War may be "Hell." So let it be.
Yet, must be fought, if liberty
Is still to reign upon her throne,--
Else all is lost. The best is gone.
Prepare to hike! Once more I say.
Round out your muscles for the fray.
Life's not worth living any more,
Should Teuton force invade our shore.
[The end]
W. E. Christian's poem: Hike
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