Bullets fly, sabers rattle

It turns out things for the battles

March through the maddening trees

In which it's easy to be seen

Endure their unending war machine

It's for her you're itchin'

She'll shed tears while you're in the kitchen

Dodge if you can our bullets

They will rend your friend to ribbons

If you return maybe some ribbons on your chest for her to see

Watch now they're changin' out their barrels

Send ahead all named Darryl; charge forwards!

Spill their pots and pans, dose out their ovens and take command

Now you're the head chef in the war kitchen

What are the specials for the day?