There once was a trench of three
Which was called AC2E
There was Anders the bitch
And Marja the witch
And Liza who liked to go pee
Humid Turkish heat
Makes our trench very sweaty
I need a shower
With trowel in hand
Clear away the ancient dirt
Sweat rolls off my brow
I am sore and tired
Then our trench fills with laughter
Momentary respite
A bee flew into the trench
And Marja who was head wench
Shouted “Catch the bee!”
While Anders did flee
And Liza her pants did drench