Dizzy wooden pup Wall goes up in smoke. Back to the barracks. She added in a preacher's tone and took the last swig out of the pint the flies The flies buzzed And their language This was a song With a beautiful chorus We are mortal We are mortal We are mortal We are mortal But nobody understood Fleisch and flyish so everybody followed the daughter of the regiment except the singing, passing flies. We are water We are water We are water We are mortals We are mortals We are mortals We are mortals We are mortals We are made for this © B Emily Beynon