I fancy I know now to plant a sharp sting,
The success of my bayonet-play is emphatic.
Remember a picture I once chanced to see,
A Pompeian sentinel posed at a portal,
And "faithful to death" though fire threatened. That's Me!
As my country's defender, my fame is immortal.
Yes, the Sentinel's rôle suits my style passing well;
The enemy won't find me napping or nodding.
But what I most like as I do sentry spell,
Is the fine opportunity offered for—prodding!