My dad was in the Americal Division at Guadalcanal. He used to chant this:

Left, Left,
Left, Right, Left
I left my wife and 48 children
at home in the kitchen
in starving condition
without any gingerbread

Left, Left,
Left, Right, Left
I left my wife and 48 children
at home in the kitchen
in starving condition
without any gingerbread

repeat

I wish I could recall some with the dirty lyrics -- only heard then a couple of times when dad thought I wasn't listening. I blame my much older sister, who was in first grade and got in trouble for chanting the following ditty while waiting for the school bus. "Roll me over in the clover, roll me over in the clover and do it again."