LETTERS
My buddy reads his letters to me, and, say, he sure can write!I have to sit and chew my pen and even thenThe way it reads when I get through I know it’s pretty sadAs far as composition goes; the grammar, too, is bad.But talk about—gee, he can sling the ink to beat the band,And picture everything he’s seen a way that sure is grand.I got him to write a note to my gal and, golly, it was fine!I copied it and signed my name, but, all the same,It didn’t seem to please her, for she wrote in her replyShe’d read it several times and it didn’t sound like IWas sayin’ exactly what I meant, and was I feelin’ good;I’m kind of glad she took it so—in fact, I hoped she would.Mel Ryder, Sgt. Major, Inf.
My buddy reads his letters to me, and, say, he sure can write!I have to sit and chew my pen and even thenThe way it reads when I get through I know it’s pretty sadAs far as composition goes; the grammar, too, is bad.But talk about—gee, he can sling the ink to beat the band,And picture everything he’s seen a way that sure is grand.I got him to write a note to my gal and, golly, it was fine!I copied it and signed my name, but, all the same,It didn’t seem to please her, for she wrote in her replyShe’d read it several times and it didn’t sound like IWas sayin’ exactly what I meant, and was I feelin’ good;I’m kind of glad she took it so—in fact, I hoped she would.Mel Ryder, Sgt. Major, Inf.
My buddy reads his letters to me, and, say, he sure can write!I have to sit and chew my pen and even thenThe way it reads when I get through I know it’s pretty sadAs far as composition goes; the grammar, too, is bad.But talk about—gee, he can sling the ink to beat the band,And picture everything he’s seen a way that sure is grand.
My buddy reads his letters to me, and, say, he sure can write!
I have to sit and chew my pen and even then
The way it reads when I get through I know it’s pretty sad
As far as composition goes; the grammar, too, is bad.
But talk about—gee, he can sling the ink to beat the band,
And picture everything he’s seen a way that sure is grand.
I got him to write a note to my gal and, golly, it was fine!I copied it and signed my name, but, all the same,It didn’t seem to please her, for she wrote in her replyShe’d read it several times and it didn’t sound like IWas sayin’ exactly what I meant, and was I feelin’ good;I’m kind of glad she took it so—in fact, I hoped she would.Mel Ryder, Sgt. Major, Inf.
I got him to write a note to my gal and, golly, it was fine!
I copied it and signed my name, but, all the same,
It didn’t seem to please her, for she wrote in her reply
She’d read it several times and it didn’t sound like I
Was sayin’ exactly what I meant, and was I feelin’ good;
I’m kind of glad she took it so—in fact, I hoped she would.
Mel Ryder, Sgt. Major, Inf.