O Little Soldier with the golden helmet,

What are you guarding on my lawn?

You with your green gun

And your yellow beard,

Why do you stand so stiff?

There is only the grass to fight!

— Hilda Conkling Qcbd7FmP03cxnwWUM8SBjoGFxvv2o/g0yW5G4LjABcfGkDzgL7CxVOxn+BzGR8oK