NORFOLK

Duffy's Gen, Issue I, 14 November 1944, Page 6

NORFOLK

The stately pines : bend in the balmy breeze, And peace and beauty cover all the land, And contented erks lie dozing neath the trees, Or basking on the beach of coral sand,

On Norfolk.

Snug farms'and orchards lie in the gentle hills, Where airmen meet to while away the night, And foaming bowls of "Soop” bring many ills, And fierce remorse to greet the morning light, On Norfolk® But the scene may change with all the speed of sound, And screeming wind blow sweet content away, And rain may beat our tents down to the ground, And naught but sodden wreckage mark the fray, On Norfolk. The Coldstream Guards, we hear, are models of precision; The glory.of our Maori lads will never fade, But for the'best, there’s no doubt your decision, Would be awarded to our daily Wing Parade, On Norfolk.' . The S<■ W.-O. ," who's full of eagerness and zest, Snaps out his orders loud, and full of vim; But though we ; try, and do our level best, I’m afraid they take a long time to sink in, On Norfolk# . . In spite of all our comforts and content, Good food, snug huts, and even toilet paper, There is a phrase that rings from tent to tent; The magic words we hear are ’’Home's the caper”,

On Norfolk.