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So you have to take your chances on what
"Frenchy" minds to serve, And try to catch the bedpost as it comes around the
curve; Then commence an awful tussle when you try to
ride the bunk, While the "wireless" keeps you posted on the
" doin' down in front."
For you keep a-hearin' rumors of an international
riot, Caused by the cost of higher livin' on this purely
foreign diet, 'Til you are forced to take some issue in the trouble
near at hand, And try to organize your forces to make a final
stand Against this food combine that has got you in its grip, 'Til you think you're in the stateroom of an ocean-
goin' ship.
That seems to take you further from the scenes you
recognize, And you get to wonderin' how it feels when a fellow
really dies. Still you keep on hearin' echoes of last night's food
and song, 'Til you realize it's mornin' and the J' Frenchy
Revolution's" on. Of course you may recover, and perhaps you're
none the worse, But for me there's no "swell" eatin' while
"Frenchy" drives the hearse.