Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Here's a happy little song.
Perksua is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger
With a smile a funny smile.
Flush or broke he’ll have his little joke,
He can’t be suppressed.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!
(chorus, sung twice after each verse:)
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
Perksua went a-marching into Flan Koro
With his smile his funny smile.
He was loved by the privates and commanders
For his smile his funny smile.
When a throng of Bohroks came along
With a mighty swing,
Perks yelled out, “This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing, Hi!
(chorus)
Perksua he came back from Bohrok-shooting
With his smile his funny smile.
Round his home he then set about recruiting
With his smile his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he’d had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Perksua said ‘Now my lad,’ Hi!
(chorus)
