My wife and me
Do we have plans or will it be the same:
You will command and I - to my great sorrow -
Will catch your words and how to say – obey?”
She snapped at me: “Keep silent, little fella,
The forecast says the weather will be damp.
Take this beret and maybe that umbrella.
I’m the serge and that’s your rookie camp!”
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