cher ami,
cher ami, how do you do
listen, let me talk to you
ill not hurt you, dont you see?
come a little closer to me
little scrawny blue white flight
messenger for men who fight
tell me of that deep red scar
there,,,just where no feathers are
what about your poor left leg
tell me cher ami, i beg
boys and girls are at a loss,
just how you won that silver cross
"the finest hour that came to me
was when i marched with whittlesey
we marched so fast, so far ahead
"we are all lost" the keeper said
mon cher ami,, thats my dear friend
you arethe one we have to send
the whole battalian now is lost
and you must win, at any cost
so with message tied on tight
i flew up straight with all my might
before i got up high enough
those watch full guns began to puff
machine gun, bullets came like rain
youd think i was an aeroplane
when i started tothe rear
my? the shot was comming near
but i flew on, straight as a bee
the wind could not catch up with me
untill i dropped out of the air
into our own mens camp,,so their
but cher ami, upon my word
you modest little gallant bird
now dont you know that you forgot
tell how your breast and leg was shot
"oh yes, the day we crossed the meuse
i flew to rampart with the news
again the bullets came like hail
i thought for sure, that i eould fail
the bullets buzzed by, just like a bee
so close. it allmost frightened me
one struck the feathers of this sail
another went right though my tail
but when i got back to the rear
i found they hit me,,here,,,and here
but that is nothing never mind
old poilo, there is nearly blind
i only care for what they said
for when they say the way i bled
and found in front a swollen lump
the message hanging from this stump
the french and mine said "tres bien"
or very good,, american
mon cher ami you brought good news
our armies gone across the meuse
you surely had a lucky call/
and so im glad, i guess thats all
ILL SIT , SO PARDON ME, I BEG,
ITS HARD A_STANDING ON JUST ONE LEG,,,,
cher ami died of his multiple war wounds on june the 13th 1919, less than a year he had completed his service to the u,s, army signal corps, upon his death a taxidermist preserved the small pigeon for future generations,,,,,,,,,,,,,a bird that had become an inspiration, to millions over the years