Tremble! ye signallers, every man,
Under the glance of Corporal Dan!
Brand new clothes from tip to toe,—
—All dressed up, and no place to go—
Looks like a scarecrow up the line
But back in billets it's polish and shine.
—When the photographer turned his crank
Dan struck an attitude—"beaucoup swank"
Exposed his flags and stripes and knife,
And the camera took him true to life!
