Oh
Tommie had your pistol up
And ran the charges down;
We’re
going to have the biggest time
That ever struck the town.
Fill
up your pockets, stuff ‘em out
And let the eagle scream;
This
year we’re going to celebrate
With charges of ice cream.
O,
Tommy, watch this rocket go
Up in the fair blue sky!
And
when it hits the Milky Way
Just watch the ice cream fly.
The
cannon cracker, harmless now,
Will give delight supreme;
Instead
of powder dangerous,
It’s loaded with ice cream.
O,
Tommie, do not yearn for noise,
Let peace be your desire;
Let
loads of colored ice cream cool
Your patriotic fire.
Load
up your rocket and your bomb,
And let the eagle scream,
But
not with powder, Tommy dear,
Touch off a quart of cream.
June 12, ‘10
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