Twenty four cans of peaches
Bound for the officers mess
I stole a can it was found under my bed
So reluctantly I had to confess
I was whipped ten times for my crime
Then spoon-fed lice and leeches
But despite the pain I had no regrets
It was worth it for those juicy peaches
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