I'm a gorgeous golden hero
    And my trade is taking life.
  Hear the twittle-twittle-tweero
    Of my sibillating fife
  And the rub-a-dub-a-dum
    Of my big bass drum!
  I'm an escort strong and bold,
    The Grand Army to protect.
  My countenance is cold
    And my attitude erect.
  I'm a Californian Guard
    And my banner flies aloft,
  But the stones are O, so hard!
    And my feet are O, so soft!