Some preferred the piping men
and some preferred the drums.
There's one who wears a tiger skin.
Magnificent he comes.
With tum-te-tum and tum-te-tum
I skipped along beside the drum.
I preferred the whirling sticks,
the polished leather gear,
the tiger skin, the braided coat,
the splendid volunteer
whose beating drum aroused our cheers
and tum-te-tum for mother's fears.
War came to the piping men
and to the drums came war
which flayed them like a tiger skin
with bloody tooth and claw;
with tum-te-tum and tum-te-tum
they marched away to kingdom-come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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