_Present arms!_ There they are,
Both stretched out to me.
Strong and sturdy, smooth and white,
Fair as arms may be.
_Ground arms!_ on the floor,
Picking up his toys:
Breaking all within his reach,
Busiest of boys.
_Right wheel!_ off his cart,
Left wheel too is gone.
Horsey's head is broken off,
Horsey's tail is torn.
_Quick step_, forward march!
Crying, too, he comes.
Had a battle with the cat.
"Scratched off bofe my fums!"
_Shoulder arms!_ Here at last,
Round my neck they close.
Poor little soldier boy
Off to quarters goes.