IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE DESERT
It was Christmas Eve in the desert, out in Kasfareet
The Cookhouse was in a quandary, they had nothing to eat
Outside the camp was a dead camel, they dragged
it in by its feet
They skinned it, and chopped it, and minced it, the Sergeant said “Well
it is meat”
They had it pickled and curried, for breakfast,
tiffin and tea
The hump they gave to the officers, they’d no food either you see
The M.O. said he was doubtful, about the food
they had had
His stomach was very queasy, and he was feeling quite bad
And as he collapsed in the mess room, the last
thing he heard was a scream
He woke up Christmas Day in the desert, and found it was only a dream!
Michael A.J. Scarrott
ex. RAF 107 MU Kasfareet