32.            GRENADE

Mr. Hoppie Lottering
Take to no loitering
In the grenade bunker
And the fearful grows drunker
With a dropped throw.
The Man then grows mad
And lost a leg
For a limping peg.
Fear the sergeant major
He is the mayor of the bunker
And in a distance
A clan of tin hats.
Do not have him hopping mad
You will be sorry and sad.