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Those Huns have such d-d artful means
of blowing you to smithereens
With floating mines or submarines,
There's an explosion –
The vessel shudders, then careens
And sinks in the ocean.
And there you are at dead of night
With neither land nor ship in sight
In water twenty Fahrenheit!
However strong
One soon becomes a stalactite
And can't swim long.
It's just a shilling to a pound
If you're torpedoed you're not drowned.
If not – there may be sharks around,
You know what for?
Of course your body may be found
If washed ashore.
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