Noddy's Happy Song
Oh what does it matter if things go wrong,
I'll sing and be happy the whole day long.
Oh what does it matter it skies are gray,
I'll sing and whistle; be happy and gay.
Oh what does it matter if things aren't so merry,
and death-shrouded corpses lie ready to bury.
Gut-wrenching fear of skull-torn body,
the blood-red taste of gas upon us;
Dull thud of mortar in clinging mud hole;
the blind don't see the soldier boy
cry lifeless pain on twisted wire.
And all around, the stench of death;
a slowly rotting silent death.
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