I wrote a chant I used to sing to my guys in the Corps. Wanna hear it? Here it goes:

My daddy said back in Viet Nam,
While shootin' at them Viet Cong.
He found a little puppy in the free-fire zone,
The poor little puppy looked so all alone.
So he crawled out in the combat prone,
To get that puppy who had no home.
Scooped up the puppy - put it in his pack,
And ate the little rascal when he got back.
Eatin' a little puppy you may think is foul,
But what's a matter with a little puppy chow.
I don't know what you'd think is worse,
He ate the little puppy but he shagged him first.