Father once says to his son: "After all,
You have little choice but to join the army
Or get married, boy. If you get married,
It's all up with you, but joining the army
You have only two options: to be killed
Or survive. If you'd be able to survive,
You're as good as lost, but if to be killed,
There're two options indeed: to be buried
Either under a birch or under a pine tree;
If you are buried under a birch, you may
Reckon all is gone, but if under a pine tree,
You still have two options at all: one is
To be reproduced as a pile of pencils,
Another is that of the toilet paper;
If as a pile of pencils, everything's ruined,
But if as the toilet paper, there are again
Two options: to be used in men's room
Or in that of ladies. If in the men's room,
Give up all hope, but if in the ladies' room,
There are only two options for you:
To be exploited from behind or at the front;
If from behind, it is as good as done for,
But if from the front, . . in such a case
Congrats on your marriage, which means
It is all up with you, my poor boy;--
So, be a man and join the army!
Ron
John