BELCOVILLE
(From the Nov. 18th, 1918 issue of the BELCO NEWS.)

Down in the wilds of Jersey,
Where you sink in mud to your knees,
There is a town called Belcoville,
And belcoville's the cheese.

They built this town in the Jersey Pines
At such an awful pace,
That Old Hog Island and Elwood, too,
Were never in the race.

The Sun did shine and the rain did rain,
And morning followed night,
But the building kept on going up,
It was a busy sight.

They would build a house in a single day,
From sunrise till it died,
And before the morning dawned again,
The house was occupied.

They built this town in the Jersey swamps,
Beside the E.H. river,
And the wind can blow and the snow can come,
But Belcoville will not shiver.

They have a Loading Plant there too,
Run by the B.L.C.,
It loads the shells that do the work,
With the boys across the sea.

There may be other sights, I know,
That make one sit up too,
But take a look at Belcoville,
When the construction gangs get through.

ANONYMOUS