A friend of mine from the UK emailed this to me so I thought I would share.
Workshop's
In forty two they formed the R.E.M.E.,
They combed the army for the dreamy,
For the lazy and the lame,
For the men who had no shame.
From far and near in herds they came,
To add to REME Workshops fame,
And now they daily swing the lead,
In workshop, billet and sickbed.
Their diseases spread to other ranks,
Especially those employed in tanks,
Experienced scroungers like the rest,
With these men this Corps is blessed.
But when the time comes when you’re in need,
The REME boys will act with speed,
They'll swing a hook and not the lead,
Transport a tank on a flatbed.
Jack up your jeep, change a tire,
Fix your scout car with bailing wire,
Jump with Paras - ride with tanks,
And never ask you for your thanks.
So good luck REME, here's three cheers,
In ninety two, it's fifty years.
To Lofty Meadows, a good friend.
Len Payne.
Workshop's
In forty two they formed the R.E.M.E.,
They combed the army for the dreamy,
For the lazy and the lame,
For the men who had no shame.
From far and near in herds they came,
To add to REME Workshops fame,
And now they daily swing the lead,
In workshop, billet and sickbed.
Their diseases spread to other ranks,
Especially those employed in tanks,
Experienced scroungers like the rest,
With these men this Corps is blessed.
But when the time comes when you’re in need,
The REME boys will act with speed,
They'll swing a hook and not the lead,
Transport a tank on a flatbed.
Jack up your jeep, change a tire,
Fix your scout car with bailing wire,
Jump with Paras - ride with tanks,
And never ask you for your thanks.
So good luck REME, here's three cheers,
In ninety two, it's fifty years.
To Lofty Meadows, a good friend.
Len Payne.