THE COLONEL’S HEEL
Now here’s a tale That will appeal, ’Tis about a Colonel Who lost his heel; ’Twas a Sunday morn, In the month of May, And the camp bootmakers Were all away. There was no one To tack it on, And the Colonel swore _ In language strong; He tried to walk, His looks were black, His step did sound Like Peg-leg Jack; With every stride He bobbed up and down, The missing heel Sure made him frown. , He cursed the snobs Who were away; The air was blue, And black and Grey; His voice boomed out In a thunderous peal, Go find a man To fix my heel. They scoured the camp From end to end, But not a man The shoe could mend; And then at last, In great despair, His batman said You’ve another pair. Well bring them out, The Colonel gasped, I believe the problem’s Solved at last; And right away He changed his shoes And said the batman Would get his dues. Here ends the tale, I believe it’s true The heel came off The Colonel’s shoe; And it wasn’t repaired Till the following day, For the bootmakers’ staff Were all away.
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Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 149, 20 November 1942, Page 4
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198THE COLONEL’S HEEL Camp News, Volume 3, Issue 149, 20 November 1942, Page 4
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