The War In Snider's Grocery Store 1914

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 10 Apr 2009
2009

Hans Gustav Snider
a local provider,
of groceries, canned goods and such,
had read of the war
till himself and the store,
were both what is known as "In Dutch"
His brains he'd been feeding
on so much war reading,
he woke up one night in a fright,
he rushed down the stairs,
fell over two chairs,
and turned up the groc'ry store light:

There were eggshells
bursting near and far,
above the Russian caviar,
A Bismark herring by itself
was pushing all the French peas
off the shelf,
an Irish potato started to cry
when a Spanish onion hit its eye,
Frankfurters fighting all over the floor,
howling and growling:
"We're the dogs of war;"
There was "Sunny Jim"
upon a horse, swooping down
with all his "Force"
The Paprika growing weaker
shouted out:
"Won't you open that door?"
And a couple of tough Vienna rolls,
shot a poor Swiss cheese
all full of holes,
in the terrible was on
Snider's Groc'ry Store.

There were eggshells
bursting near and far,
above the Russian caviar,
A Bismark herring by itself
was pushing all the French peas
off the shelf,
an Irish potato started to cry
when a Spanish onion hit its eye,
Frankfurters fighting all over the floor,
howling and growling:
"We're the dogs of war;"
There was "Sunny Jim"
upon a horse, swooping down
with all his "Force"
The Paprika growing weaker
shouted out:
"Won't you open that door?"
And a couple of tough Vienna rolls,
shot a poor Swiss cheese
all full of holes,
in the terrible was on
Snider's Groc'ry Store.

Dutch pumpernickle
had joined a dill pickle
attacking the fresh navy beans,
a limburger cheese
greatly strengthened the breeze,
and anchovies, prunes and sardines
were fighting an army
of dago salami
and that's only half what he saw,
he jumped into bed
put ice on his head
and went on the wagon once more:

There were eggshells
bursting near and far,
above the Russian caviar,
A Bismark herring by itself
was pushing all the French peas
off the shelf,
an Irish potato started to cry
when a Spanish onion hit its eye,
Frankfurters fighting all over the floor,
howling and growling:
"We're the dogs of war;"
There was "Sunny Jim"
upon a horse, swooping down
with all his "Force"
The Paprika growing weaker
shouted out:
"Won't you open that door?"
And a couple of tough Vienna rolls,
shot a poor Swiss cheese
all full of holes,
in the terrible was on
Snider's Groc'ry Store.

There were eggshells
bursting near and far,
above the Russian caviar,
A Bismark herring by itself
was pushing all the French peas
off the shelf,
an Irish potato started to cry
when a Spanish onion hit its eye,
Frankfurters fighting all over the floor,
howling and growling:
"We're the dogs of war;"
There was "Sunny Jim"
upon a horse, swooping down
with all his "Force"
The Paprika growing weaker
shouted out:
"Won't you open that door?"
And a couple of tough Vienna rolls,
shot a poor Swiss cheese
all full of holes,
in the terrible was on
Snider's Groc'ry Store.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
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lyric
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The War In Snider's Grocery Store 1914
by Hank Hancock, Ballard MacDonald & Harry Carroll
© MCMXIV by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co. - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 10 April 2009 at 10.51
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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