Oneonta (N.Y.) Star, Feb. 16, 1918:

Bombed last night,
   Bombed the night before,
Going to get bombed tonight
   If I never get bombed any more
When we're bombed
   We're scared as we can be.
They can bomb the whole darned army
   If they don't bomb me.

They're over us, they're over us,
   One tiny cave for the four of us,
Glory to God that there aren't any more of us,
    For one of us could fill it all alone.