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Those Huns have such d-d artful meansof blowing you to smithereensWith floating mines or submarines,There's an explosion –The vessel shudders, then careensAnd sinks in the ocean.
And there you are at dead of nightWith neither land nor ship in sightIn water twenty Fahrenheit!However strongOne soon becomes a stalactiteAnd can't swim long.It's just a shilling to a poundIf you're torpedoed you're not drowned.If not – there may be sharks around,You know what for?Of course your body may be foundIf washed ashore.
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