Captured German machine gun shown in
ordinance exhibit, Hq., 2d Corps Area.

I sing my song with a painted mouth 
And staccato, blazing breath. 
The Jezabel of the Armies, 
The Painted Lady of Death! 
Born in the flow of the molten steel. 
Baptised in flaming oil, 
Cursed by the world e'er I saw the light 
And went forth to my toil. 
Pride of my many lovers, 
My deep voiced fighting men 
Caressed as my kisses took their toll 
From my steel-ringed, concrete den. 
Faithless and lovely always, 
Denying my love in his need, 
Giving myself to the strongest hand, 
While my cast-off lovers bleed. 
My curious task is ended; 
And couched on a wooden bed 
I lie and gaze at the passing throng 
And muse on my lovers, dead! 
I sing my song with a painted mouth 
And staccato, blazing breath. 
The Jezabel of the Armies, 
The Painted Lady of Death! 

         Tiger Van Deusen