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Grandfather's poem about the cooks, bakers, and himself in the Navy |
Cooks and Bakers Only By: Jack Howard Hatfield; My Grandfather I think I’ll try to write a poem About these Cooks and Bakers, You can always tell when a cooks around Just look at J.B. Acker’s. If it’s a dirty picture you like There’s a cook who’s quite a maker, So if you’re in a hurry I’ll tell you To look up W.W. Baker. Now we’ll take a Baker It’s really quite a scream, To see a guy so gal darn slow Or fast as little Greene. When you pass the galley And the butter he’s a melten, Think nothing of his complaining ‘Cause it’s only ship’s Cook Elton. These Cooks are always there In the day time or at night, And if you look in a certain rack You’ll find that Harold Kight. If a cook passing by Asking for a weed, Please thing nothing of it For it’s only Charles Reed. Now if the food don’t satisfy It gives you quite an itch, You’ll have to grin and bear it But remember Jack Lee Fritch. Sure, we’ve got a butcher But he’s always in his bed, Or if he’s in his butcher shop Remember his nick name’s Red. These cooks are different sizes No larger than a pea may be, But listen men and I’ll tell you We’ve got a cook named Pea Wee. Now when he was a civie This cook liked his pigs, But now that he’s in the Navy He’s referred to as Mr. Biggs. There’s still another cook Who’s always on the go, I’ll tell his real name’s Herbert But we always call him Moe. When the galley is upside down And looking very messy, We hope there’s no hard feelings ‘Cause really it’s only Bessey. I remember long ago Coffee and Donuts I’d lunched, And now it reminds me so Of a baker whose name is Duncan. We have a cook in C.P.O.’s Know to us as Conte, He always forgets to sign his chits Which is very, very naughty. Maybe I’d better tell you Of a cook whose always crawlin, So you won’t be so frightened When you see it’s only Dahlen. To this poem there could be more But really I’m all in, From thinking up this little ditty And opening cans of tin. Now the big shot I almost forgot He passes a Chief Cook Hamlin, But listen to me and you shall hear That thin guy likes his gamblin’, Now if we had a highway You would surely see, That little baker Conway As wobbly as could be. Take ships cook Bill Reynolds He’s just like me and you, But if you’d see his locker You’d know he likes to chew. For instance baker Frosig Who hasn’t much to say, Is really quite a person In his good kind hearted way. There is a certain Baker Who likes the tailor shop, Everyone knows its Kara That has the tails to swap. The last of the Bakers is Houch But he is not the least, Just drop in at the bake shop And watch him sling the grease. At last we come to the issue Room And that is quite a fall, To see that cook called Hatfield So Brothers that is all. |