The Sand Flea Funeral
Welcome to Parris Island,
Some news skills you will command.
That even the Devil left this place—
Said he needed a cooler space.
So let me tell you what’s the story.
You do what I say, you morning glory.
If I decide to say you stand,
Don’t you dare move a hand.
If a sand flea bites your face,
Soldier, don’t you me disgrace.
If you cannot let him pass—
Slap him, pansy, I’ll have your ass!
For that Sand Flea is a Marine Corps bug—
Kill it, and you’re just a slimy slug.
Full Marine Corps burial you will give.
So, I strongly advise you: Let the bug live.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000.
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