English poem
A REBUS.
by Grace Greenwood (1823–1904)
Entire, at an army's head I stand, Marches and sieges I command, The foremost fighter of the time: Behead me, on the mimic stage I pass for fine, poetic rage, Passion and agony sublime.
Behead again, complete the fall, From a mighty Major-General To an insect most exceedingly small. 'T is marvellous, yet we have seen Such magic changes before, I ween.
Grant-rant-ant.