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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.