English poem
Marching on the King's Capital
by Clifton Bingham (1859–1913)
Next morn, with victory elate, "Why should we wait or hesitate? We'll march at once, without delay, Upon the Capital!" cried they.
"That's capital!" a Monkey said, (But he at once was sent to bed!) But, all the same, it was agreed, So General Tiger took the lead.
With flying flags and drums rat-tan The Rebels' onward march began. Cried Tiger, "Leoville one mile!" "That's nothing!" said the Crocodile.
But Wolf, who kept a good look-out, Saw Private Whiskers out on scout. "Ha, ha," cried he, "I've caught a spy— That means promotion by and by!"
"Great victory!" said Wolf, with pride, And showed his prize with rapture; "Well done, indeed," the Tiger cried, "A most important capture!"