Quartermaster’s Store

There are rats, rats as big as alley cats

In the stores, in the stores

There are rats, rats as big as alley cats

In the Quartermaster’s store

 

My eyes are dim, I cannot see

I have not brought my specks with me

I have not brought my specks with me

 

Mice . . . running through the rice

Snakes . . . as big as garden rakes

Beans . . . as big a submarines

Gravy . . . enough to float the navy

Cakes . . . that give us tummy aches

Eggs . . . with scaly chicken legs

Butter . . . running into the gutter

Lard . . . they sell it by the yard

Bread . . . with great big lumps like led

Cheese . . . that makes you want to sneeze

Soot . . . they grow it by the foot

Goats . . . eating all the oats

Bees . . . with little knobbly knees

Owls . . . shredding paper towels

Apes . . . eating all the grapes

Turtles . . . wearing rubber girdles

Bear . . . with curlers in its hair

Buffalos . . . with hair between their toes

Foxes . . . stuffed in little boxes

Coke . . . enough to make you choke

Pepsi . . . that gives you apoplexy

Roaches . . . sleeping in the coaches

Flies . . . swarming ‘round the pies

Fishes . . . washing all the dishes

Moths . . . eating all the clothes

Scouts . . . eating Brussel sprouts

Leaders . . . slapping at the skeeters

 

… and anything else you can think of!

We often do a verse about everyone around the campfire – which can be a bit of a challenge.