'Lucky Strike!' it was the cry
a scream of mortal agony
"If these cigarettes they cannot send,
I do declare this is the end!"
Each indent went, each airdrop came
But still the answer was the same
Each pack was searched most carefully
But 'Lucky Strike' we could not see
All fearful of the Major's wrath
We cursed the NAAFI for their sloth
The Shelldrake boys then did their stuff
and produced eight dollars worth
The OC beamed and for a while
he gazed upon his little pile
Then clutched to bosom he made haste
to put them in the Coy safe.