Words: Paula Smith
Music: "Temperance Union Song"

 We're coming, we're coming, Auxiliaries all.
 And we are the answer if nature should call.
 We don't serve civilians because we do think,
 If you aren't in the army, you must be a dink.
 Chorus: For we, for we are the K. A. C.
         Our smiles display our gentility.
         We're here promoting Imperial Peace.
         Our terms are rent, sale, or lease.
 The Emperor made us his personal troop,
 But we proved we could function, ourselves, as a group.
 We have our own method of siege and attack.
 A man's safest target's the one on his back.

 So as through the starlanes our Klingon men roam,
 They think every day of the girls who left home.
 It's not weapons alone that cause fighting to cease ~
 It's also the Auxiliaries pushing for peace!


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