The Batmanby W. M. W.
The Batman
by W. M. W.
by W. M. W.
by W. M. W.
With “stand to Arms” at half past three,in cold and wet and misery,Who brings a nice, warm cup of tea?“My Batman.”Who knows the movement of all troopsand brings the dinkum with my boots?Who finds but never, never, loots.“My Batman.”The last to sleep, the first to rise,who sorts the rumor as it flies,and in a whisper puts me wise.“My Batman.”Fount of all wisdom without doubtwho knows just what we are aboutbut very seldom lets it out.The General’s Batman.
With “stand to Arms” at half past three,in cold and wet and misery,Who brings a nice, warm cup of tea?“My Batman.”Who knows the movement of all troopsand brings the dinkum with my boots?Who finds but never, never, loots.“My Batman.”The last to sleep, the first to rise,who sorts the rumor as it flies,and in a whisper puts me wise.“My Batman.”Fount of all wisdom without doubtwho knows just what we are aboutbut very seldom lets it out.The General’s Batman.
With “stand to Arms” at half past three,in cold and wet and misery,Who brings a nice, warm cup of tea?“My Batman.”
With “stand to Arms” at half past three,
in cold and wet and misery,
Who brings a nice, warm cup of tea?
“My Batman.”
Who knows the movement of all troopsand brings the dinkum with my boots?Who finds but never, never, loots.“My Batman.”
Who knows the movement of all troops
and brings the dinkum with my boots?
Who finds but never, never, loots.
“My Batman.”
The last to sleep, the first to rise,who sorts the rumor as it flies,and in a whisper puts me wise.“My Batman.”
The last to sleep, the first to rise,
who sorts the rumor as it flies,
and in a whisper puts me wise.
“My Batman.”
Fount of all wisdom without doubtwho knows just what we are aboutbut very seldom lets it out.The General’s Batman.
Fount of all wisdom without doubt
who knows just what we are about
but very seldom lets it out.
The General’s Batman.