PLEBE SONG

As each Saturday adds to our past
Every month filled with mem'ries that last
We have left at the end of each day
Some weak habits of thoughts or of play
Insignificant in their esteem
'Till the day that it's still but a dream
The parades and inspections
And then the corrections
Are part of our glorious scheme
Knock! Knock!

Oh we'll do or die
Raise our knees waist high
For we've learned to do
Without asking why
Though we often doze
Change within us grows
And true manliness clearly shows Knock! Knock!