Strangers Again Poem by Pierre Rausch

/ U.S. Troops in Paris /
Folks, just forget the funeral procession
Thinks about where we want to be
Rather than where you may be
I've been out here for so long
In forgotten all around here
|: We are strangers again! We are strangers! : |
I don’t like this
We’d stop supper in a modern way
Excellent service further south
Divided into little lots
We’ve got to be careful
Not to kick up the needles
Or dust flies up over everything
|: We are strangers again! We are strangers! : |