Went for picnics with his sister,
Sometimes by the sandy seashore,
Sometimes on a shady hillside,
Recking little of the matron.
Then one afternoon the General
Came into the ward to see him,
Pinned a ribbon on his tunic,
Pinned the M.C. ribbon on him,
Saying, “Well done, Tiadatha,
May you have long life to wear it!”