The Master

Here’s a soldier made of wood;
Up, my soldier, brave and good!
Up the pillow, down the sheet;
Always go and don’t retreat;
Fight the foe and never stop;
Shoot him down and let him drop.
O’er the blanket to the book—
Dictionary must be took!
Round the covers, don’t be seen,
Leaping out and in between!
Other foes are hiding there,
Just behind old underwear;
Others hiding in the socks—
Throw at them the cookie rocks!
Spot is eating overthrows,
Munching, too, the deadly foes.
Now attack and rush the page!
Be a mighty soldier sage!
Stand on words, wave your hand;
You’re the master, very grand!
Victory gets giant kiss;
I am giving, just like—this!

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