Secret Marines 3-D

My daddy was a war casualty of the Secret Marines

I know 'cause they keep his brain in a 'maldehyde jar way up high on a trophy display case over at the VA hospital, and my mommy and I have permission to go there on Sundays

I don't like it there 'cause strange ugly men in white suits are always asking to see my "gentles"

Mumsy and I bring along my daddy's special electronic equipment and we hook up the jumper cables, when nobody's looking, to Daddy's Medal of Honor, which is pinned to his frontal lobe
My mommy then dumps six bottles of Aka- Alka-Seltzer into his brain jar and some baking soda to avoid corrosion, and she reaches into the jar, carefully grasping daddy with both hands, and methodically slips him up her dress
She always tells me to look the other way, but when the smoke starts pouring out I usually put on my G.I. Joe gasmask and earplugs so I don't have to listen to her scream
When she's done she puts Daddy back in his jar, but he's all red and just lays there like a drunken blob

By this time some gentlemen in uniforms always discover what's going on and they tell us to leave, but not before giving me a lollipop and a pat on the head
"See you next Sunday!"