We arrived in Wisconsin in a wintry blast,
And wondered how long such a nightmare could last.
For it snowed every day and the sun never shone,
And sadly we longed for our dear San Antone …
From colonel to private they issued skis,
And everyone shouted, “Hey you! Bend your knees!”
It was plain hell, but we soon got the knack,
And then they gave us a 90-pound pack!
We hiked all day and wailed at our plight,
Crawled into our sacks and shivered all night.
We practiced like that for a month and a day,
And more and more were carried away.
What could you expect on an icy schuss,
If you ran it straight and fell on your puss?
So we sink down humbly on bended knee,
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