Ode To The Tot
| In the days of Admiral Nelson Or it might have been before. The Navy got its heritage in customs and its law. Now some of these were good things. And some of these were not. But they'll never find how to replace That little daily Tot. It isn't served haphazard Like tea or even beer But with pencil book and water. And other useless gear. Jack dusty and his winger Perform the sacred rite They brew a swill called 'Two and One' On which we have to fight. With bottle jug and Fanny We muster at the shrine 'Get into line you Sailors! That first Fanny's mine' Then with murmured incantations. Such as 'seven one and two'. The high priest and his acolyte Dispense the Holy Brew. When the seas are breaking over. And you feel you've had enough. When the chef has dropped his tatties And his oppo's burnt the duff. When your locker's full of hogwash And your hammocks gone to rot. There's nothing quite can touch it; YOUR DAILY LITTLE TOT. |
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Author: Anon
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