Hup two three four
Keep it up two three four
Hup two three four
Keep it up two three four
Company sound off!
Ho, the aim of our patrol
Is a question rather droll
For to march and drill
Over field and hill
Is a military goal!
Is a military goal!
Hup two three four
Dress it up two three four
Hup two three four
Dress it up two three four
By the ranks or single file
Over every jungle mile
Oh we stamp and crush
Through the underbrush
In a military style!
In a military style!
Hup two three four
Keep it up two three four

Oh, we march from here to there
And it doesn't matter where
You can hear us push
Through the deepest bush
With a military air!
With a military air!
We're a cracker jack brigade
On a pachyderm parade
But we'd rather stroll to a water hole
For a furlough in the shade!
For a furlough in the shade!
.
as sung by COLONEL HATHI
.
(don't think a whole lot of the above
could actually be attributed to Kipling,
but perhaps I need to educate myself)
(on the other hand,
what a marvellous inspiration!)

3 comments:

Gordie said...

Your madness has acquired an imperial grandeur! (Be careful - the colonials may declare independence.)

I, like the view, still said...

:-)

(how come you didn't spot the typos in this one?)

XXX

Gordie said...

I'm not the friend who spots your typos!