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In Our Little Wet Home in the Trench

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In our little wet home in the trench
That the rain storms continually drench
There’s a dead cow near-by with its hooves in the sky
And it gives off a terrible stench.
Beneath us instead of a floor
Is a layer of cold mud and some straw.
The Jack Johnsons we dread
As they speed overhead
In our little wet home in the trench.


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