(as printed in the Ship’s newspaper, The Port Hole Press, November 4, 1945)
Meet the Mad Hooligan, the Landing Ship, Tank
That crosses the ocean to land on the bank!
She’s long, she’s lanky, she’s slow, she’s cranky;
She banks, she beats, every ripple she meets, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
She’s as versatile a lady as ever ther’ll be;
She won’t lay at anchor, and she’s stubborn at sea, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
Her cargo is varied to meet the demands,
The goods she ferries supplies all hands, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
For the man on the land, she has tanks, trucks, and jeeps;
Food, guns and ammo, we’re playing for keeps, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
For the men of the air, believe it or not;
Whatever his needs this lady has got, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
For the man of the sea, on a ship that is lost,
She’ll come to his rescue whatever the cost, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
For the man who is wounded and in need of a rest,
She’ll take him aboard and treat him her best, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
When the ‘big job’ is over and the battle is won,
She’ll bring the boys home, every last one, that’s the Mad Hooligan!
To shorten the story, she’s tops to the core
And the deeds she has done will remain evermore, that’s the Mad Hooligan!