The 'Skeeter Fleet

Mighty little doin'--yet a lot to do-- While the navy's standin' guard, we are lookin' out; Patrol boats in shoals, good old craft and new Hustle here and skitter there--what's it all about?

Speed boats and slow boats Loaf around or run, But ev'ry unit of this fleet Mounts a wicked gun!

Pleasure craft a-plenty, all dolled up in gray Grim and ugly war-paint dress, we're a gloomy lot, Slidin' in and out, never in the way. Gosh! It's wearin' on the nerves, waitin' round--for what?

Some boats are bum boats, Layin' for the Hun-- But ev'ry boat that flies our Flag Mounts a wicked gun!

Stickin' for the Big Show! Will it ever start? When it does, Good night, Irene! We won't make a squeak. "Boy Scouts of the Sea," watch us do our part If a raider or a sub. gives us just a peek!

Tin boats and wood boats-- Ev'ry single one Longs to get in action with Its wicked little gun!