“Forward, the Vette Brigade!”
T`was there a man dismay’d ?
No his vette is on parade
Some one had blunder’d:
The monkeys balls have fallen an thundered
Theirs was only to wave good by,
As tear came to the eye,
Theirs not to reason why,
For what was left, he let out a sigh,
Their vettes are cold you mite cry,
Into the valley of blizzards they fly
With Sleet Wind and rain they drive
The vette convoy shows no fear
Although the cold may freeze your gear.
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