Marching versions, 1917-18: K-K-K-K.P.! Dirty old K.P.!, That’s the only army job that I abhor. When the m-m-m-moon shines Over the guardhouse, I’ll be mopping up the K-k-k-kitchen floor. C-c-c-cootie! Horrible cootie! You’re the only b-b-b-bug that I abhor. When the m-m-m-moon shines Over the bunk-house, I will scratch my b-b-b-back until it’s sore. [K.P.: Kitchen police, i.e., assisting in the kitchen, peeling potatoes, etc. [Cootie: louse.]
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