19My 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...
WHERE IS IT?!
Oh poker chip, my poker chip
My spot-marker so swell
I just can't find you anywhere!
And so, I bid farewell!