WHEN THE ICE IS ON THE RICE
(On the Wabash Far Away)

When the ices is on the rice in O'Misawa,
And the saki in the cellar starts to freeze.
Then I'll speak "Dozo" to my little darling,
As I cuddle to my S'Koshi Nipponese.

When the ice in on the in Furamaki, [sic]
I'll get taksan dingy-dingy, hit the sack.
And I'll stagger from her bed back to the barracks,
Singin' Sayanora, chesei baby, I'll be back.

When the ice is on the rice up on Hokkaido,
And the Ainu's in their huts hibernate.
I'll say gomenasie to the local josans,
And huddle with my Fura-maki mate.

When the ice is on the rice in Asamuchi,
And the water in the hot baths starts to steam.
I'll say Arigato as she jumps in beside me,
And helps to fill my Japanese dream.

When the ice is on the rice in Urmagawa,
And the saki in the cellars starts to freeze.
I don't want to go back to sunny California,
I just want to stay here with my Nipponese.

339th Fighter Interceptor Squadron. 1954.

See online: https://archive.org/details/1954threehundredthirtyninthfighterinterceptorsquadrongetzno-7/page/71/mode/2up?q=%22ice+is+on+the+rice%22