The Sand Flea Funeral

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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