I saw an army marching slowly o’er the hill
\nWith guns and cannons blaring enough to make one ill.
\nThen they kept on coming, the valley they did fill.
\nWhen I saw the soldiers, they were stranger still.<\/p>\n
Nine hundred six were el’phants with stars across their backs.
\nTheir ev’ry step that thundered made ev’ry boulder crack.
\nNine hundred six were eagles lined within a stack
\nWith blood-red painted bellies and iv’ry in their packs.<\/p>\n
Yet who could they be fighting on that tiny, tiny plain?
\nI turned my gaze over away from all the rain.
\nAnd right smack in the middle on an isle that seems to wane
\nWas a roaring purple lion that breathed a roaring flame.<\/p>\n
Well, fifty-four were tortured by the fire’s flaming heat,
\nAnd forty others suffered behind their comrade’s feet.
\nThe rest had been quite frightened and before they could e’en speak,
\nTheir commander blew the trumpet, and then he yelled, “Retreat!”<\/p>\n
Many years went by, and the valley thought it well,
\nAnd ’twasn’t long ’til beavers had a population swell.
\nThey knew something’s awry, but couldn’t just quite tell
\nWhen they saw the army r’turning bigger than when they fell.<\/p>\n
There were no guns nor cannons. They made far too much noise.
\nRather gold was now their weapon and the promise of great toys.
\nThe beavers gladly ‘ccepted and thanked them for the joys,
\nAnd the beavers’ big-chinned leader led them to their death.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"