Marine Corps Boot Camp changes one and all,
drill sergeants makes you feel embarrassed and small,
they get in your face, as you stand straight and tall,
you’ll recognize their voice; rush to their call.
They’ll strive to train you; you’ll strive to obey,
take their orders like a man; not take another way,
if they order you to dropp to the ground, the only words you’ll say
is “Yes Sir, Drill Sergeant, ” discipline is there to stay.
Soon they will change the way you behave,
stand at attention toward the path they have paved,
no longer a recruit that is tired and crazed
but a full fledged soldier standing tall and brave.
Your family are proud of the decision you have made
to join the Marine Corps; the strength you’ve displayed,
time can seem long, but you’ll soon be dismayed
how quickly it has passed; you now march in life’s parade.
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