The Trooper stood at the pearly gate,
his face was worn and old.
He meekly asked the man of fate,
admission to the fold.

"What have you done," St. Peter asked,
"To seek admission here?"
"I was a Trooper down on earth,
for many, many a year."

The gates moved open sharply,
as St. Peter tolled the bell.
"Come in and take a harp" he said,
"You've had enough of Hell!"