From my father, c. 1950, variants on the above which I rather like:

There are eggs ... with little bandy legs,

There are beans ... that make you fill your jeans

There is bread ... makes you wish that you were dead

plus beer/want to cheer, whiskey/frisky and many more which I forget.

And (in the US) it's usually Quartermaster's *Store* (singular),
and further back in WWI history (its era of origin, I believe, though at a guess one or two verses may spring from the Spanish-American War), it's Quartermaster's *Corps.*

There are few versions now that aren't infiltrated with oodles of verses made up on the spot at children's camp 1970s and later. Which is fine, but it does make it more difficult to winnow out earlier versions. Ah, the folk process. Bob