Classic Poem

I purchased scores of Liberty 4s when the Hun was at the gate,
And I bought cigars at war bazars, and I paid a dollar straight.
The bread I had was pretty bad, but the soldiers needed the wheat;
And — it seems like a dream — but I used no cream, and my coffee was far from sweet.
Contributed I with a will to the Y.; to the Am. Red Cross I gave,
When I was a dub at Neufchâteau and my wife was a Washington slave.
Now I'm not sore at the silly old war — I go where duty bids;
But what became of the old tin foil I gave to the Belgian kids?

I'm not the kind to keep in mind the wrongs of a bygone day.
I can take a bath in the grapes of wrath and emerge debonair and gay.

I purchased scores of Liberty 4s when the Hun was at the gate,
And I bought cigars at war bazars, and I paid a dollar straight.
The bread I had was pretty bad, but the soldiers needed the wheat;
And — it seems like a dream — but I used no cream, and my coffee was far from sweet.
Contributed I with a will to the Y.; to the Am. Red Cross I gave,
When I was a dub at Neufchâteau and my wife was a Washington slave.
Now I'm not sore at the silly old war — I go where duty bids;
But what became of the old tin foil I gave to the Belgian kids?

I'm not the kind to keep in mind the wrongs of a bygone day.
I can take a bath in the grapes of wrath and emerge debonair and gay.