As happy hour wound down, VMA-151 sang us a warning
about getting too comfortable with the ladies in Iwakuni.

When the ice is on the rice in Southern Honsu,
And the sake in the cellar starts to freeze,
If you whisper to your josan, I ador you,
Then you're getting just sukoshi [little bit] Nipponese.

When your skipper misses muster in the morning,
And the XO's got an undefined disease,
If the pilots are all medically restricted,
Then you're getting just sukoshi Nipponese.

When the benjos [sewers] start to thaw in Asian springtime,
If the smell from them seems pleasant on the breeze,
It's time to write and tell your gal in San Francisco,
She's been replaced by your sukoshi Nipponese.

Taming the Taildragger by Col R.L. Upchurch USMC. 2003.

See here:

https://www.google.com/books/edition/Taming_the_Taildragger/1g75o_PRATMC?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=%22ice+is+on+the+rice+%22&pg=PA164&printsec=frontcover