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Lae Convoy
Tojo he was happy;
Tojo he was gay,
As he proudly sent his convoy
steaming down to Lae.
Ten fat merchant vessels--
heavily laden ships--
With stores and reinforcements for
Lae's hungry little Nips.
Destroyers were their escort;
Yes, and cruisers, too;
They'd protect his convoy,
they would see it through.
Fast were these destroyers
armed with many guns,
And powerful were the cruisers
manned by Nippon's sons.
High above the convoy,
zooming in their flight,
Zeros for top cover,
proudful in their might.
"Have no fear of bombers,"
the Zero pilots said.
"If Yankees intercept you,
we'll fill them full of lead;
For we're the Zero pilots,
monarchs of the sky,
When Yankee pilots meet us
they invariably die.
Thus sailed on the convoy--
optimistic, proud!
Never dreaming, thinking,
the waves would be their shroud.
High up in the heavens
came a vengeful roar--
Fortresses and fighters
leaving Guinea's shore.
Flown by young Americans,
flown by Aussies, too;
Calm and quite determined
to see the whole show through.
Down upon the convoy
at reckless pace they sped;
The mighty bombers roaring,
the fighters spitting lead.
Right into the convoy,
blasting ship by ship;
Bombing with unerring aim,
scoring every trip.
From above the Zeros dived--
dived with lustful eyes;
Met a stream of lead and steel,
were blasted from the skies.
Send your convoys, Tojo,
steaming down to Lae!
And this is how we'll meet them,
meet them night and day!
And let this be your warning,
let this story tell;
Our greatest joy in living is
SENDING JAPS TO HELL!
-- by an A.I.F. Lieutenant, ca. 1943 --
[The terms 'Nips' and
'Japs' are not
meant to cause offense
but are used for historical accuracy]
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