When The Ice Is On The Rice When the ice is on the rice in Southern Honshu And the ske in the cellar starts to freeze And you whisper "Sweet Ojonsan, I adore you" Then you're getting just a sukoshi Nipponese. When you're dancing to the strains of "Tano Bushi" And you're speaking arigato 'stead of please And you answer telephone wiht mushi mushi I sink [sic] maybe you are going Nipponese. As you sit upon the grass mat sipping sake And the cold wind is whipping 'round your knees And you're unching on some gohan mixed with kaki Then you're surely getting tokusan Nipponese. When you start spending yen like it was money Instead of flinging it like paper in the breeze And you think that everything you say is very funny Then my lad I think you're truly Nipponese TSgt. Robert M. Baker Leatherneck. August, 1954. pg 80 https://archive.org/details/sim_leatherneck_1954-08_37_8/page/80/mode/2up?q=%22ice+is+on+the+rice%22
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