William Walton — March

Ratatantan, ratatantan, ratatantan: The marshal's harrier Bites arid fights The water carrier Mossed as a druid Under the wall Thin waters fall And turn into fluid Petals of tulips, and hard regalias Of lilies and dahlias Then, as they brawl Jupiter leaned from his vast snow cage Cuffed the marshal's harrier - Still in a rage he bites and fights The wall grown mouldier Where stiff as a soldier Stands the breeze Like a handy andy And words they bandy Under the dandy Dinmont trees