There was a man who couldn't command
A general of sorts;
He had the men, He had the guns
He just couldn't reach their hearts.
He screamed and yelled his head away
Until he was black and blue;
And yet those men would not obey
So what was he to do?
Then finally he settled on a new approach
And spoke some words of kindness
And wouldn't you know those men at most
Turned out to be his finest!
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