Camouflage in WAR-TIME JINGLES by Men in Service, in The Blue Island Sun (Blue Island IL), damaged page, no readable date (c1918)—
At camouflage our chef’s no dub,
And every day at mess
He practices on all our grub,
With great effectiveness.
He serves a cereal, of course,
For breakfast every day,
The same would even fool a horse,
It tastes so much like hay.
The tea and coffee that is placed
Before us in that hall,
Are camouflaged so they don’t taste
Like anything at all.
And he can camouflage the stew
That’s given us to eat,
So we can’t find a gol darn clew
Of any kind of meat.
On his efficiency I would bank;
Today I tried to take
A bite of solid hickory plank,
Disguised as sirloin steak.
While camouflage may be an art,
We possibly may need,
I’m asking you, please have a heart,
Why camouflage our feed?