General Quarters

"This is a drill, this is a drill",
The One MC'S most awesome shrill.

Up on starboard, down on port,
Controlled confusion of a sort.

You try to sleep and sometimes eat,
But that damn old bell's got you beat.

At four  five or eight or nine,
GQ is called at any time.

It comes so often you could almost scream,
But you'll never dawdle or daydream.

This little drill will never hurt,
To keep your mind at top alert.

© 02/10/71 by David L. Henkel

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