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Yankees came to Africa,

To run away from Heinies,

Floated off to Sicily,

To run a race with Limeys

Yankee doodles keep it up,

Yankee doodle dandies,

Mind the mortars and the mines,

And keep your shovels handy

“Hold up there, Preeling Who the hell are you calling a Yankee?” Geer, of course, dropping into the group, but welcoht a new bottle of the possibly sacred wine Rio takes a long pull

“You, you hillbilly,” Cat says “We’re all Yanks as far as the Krauts are concerned”

Geer considers this for a moment “Yeah, okay But it doesn’t set ith me Not at all”

At which point Cat produces her second, and last, verse (so far):

Yankees went to Italy,

To visit Mussolini,

Found the bastard’s run away,