Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP,

He simply doesn't care a rap

For any one—his only passion's

Compelling us to keep our rations;

Downrightly he demands our aid;

He will not have the troops betrayed.

Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP,

He is—the right man in the gap—

He-Who-MUST-Be-Obeyed.

Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP,

He says the way to change the map—

The way that all of us can smash Huns—

Is simply sticking to our rations;

Whereas the Hun will have us flayed

Unless the waste of food is stayed.

Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP,

He is right through this final lap—

He-Who-MUST-Be-Obeyed.

W.B.