Oft in the Mess have we rehearsed that moment,
In old French farms have staged the Royal Square,
Or in cool caves by Germans made at Beaumont,
Though there indeed we had no space to spare,
So lifelike was it all,
And when KING GEORGE (the Padre's hard to beat
In that great rôle), surrounded by his suite,
Pinned on the cover of the potted meat,
The very Hippodrome had seemed too small.
Or we would act the homing of our Hector,