RICE

We're fed the food of a diet

That´s enough to cause a riot

There's no choice but to try it

It's simply plain boiled rice RICE.

 

It's the regular daily winner

For breakfast tea and dinner

It would make a Saint a sinner

To eat three meals of RICE.

 

They can boil it and bake it

Grind it, mould it or fake it

But no matter how they make it

It's still damned RICE.

 

They could do better if they tried

For a change of diet we've cried

We'd settle for egg and bacon fried

Instead of this blasted RICE.

 

When we wake up in the morning

And do the usual yawning

The 'runs' start without warning

When you're fed with too much RICE.

 

Whether you're Arthritic or athletic

A chronic diabetic

It really gets pathetic

When for every meal it's RICE.

 

Ladies, when this war is over

Bells will ring from York to Dover

But if you want to live in clover

Don't serve up RICE.

 

Our days will be quite palmy

When we've finally left this army

And to keep us from going barmy

Don't mention RICE.

Anonymous 1942 -1945