Oh poker chip, poker chip
My spot-marker so swell
The only speck of certainty
Within this band-camp hell.

Two steps inside the forty
Five steps behind the hash
To get there from the fifteen
Is one truly frantic dash.

But when I finally get there
Just half-a-beat behind
I look down to discover that
My poker chip, I can't find!

Perhaps I just can't see it
(That flag hit me quite hard)
Or maybe it was simply kicked
By some uncautious guard...


Oh poker chip, my poker chip
My spot-marker so swell
I just can't find you anywhere!
And so, I bid farewell!