ON THE DOUBLE

Like an uninvited guest
Unforeseen circumstances let themselves in
Deep water situations real may be
A passing through all there is to it
Press downs no claims on you
As you glide through
Rough patch, past memory
Lo, through road ahead

Identifiable the cabbage patch
For cabbage alone groweth on it
Easily beheld the potato allotment
Nothing but spuds ye shall find
What shall we find in thy patch?
How would you be identified?
To clearly show you his delight
And, on the double you can count on it