The drums beat loud, and the trumpets
brayed,
And magical arrows came rustling around—
But our brave little rônin was not afraid.
For his pheasant flew over the castle-wall,
And his ape undid the castle-gate;
And brave Little Peachling, his dog at heel,
Into the castle then marched in state.
His little dog snapped at the ogres' heels;
His pheasant picked at their round green