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I'm a gorgeous golden hero / And my trade is taking life.
Hear the twittle-twittle-tweero / Of my sibillating fife / And the rub-a-dub-a-dum / Of my big bass drum! / I'm an escort strong and bold, / The Grand Army to protect.
My countenance is cold / And my attitude erect.
I'm a Californian Guard / And my banner flies aloft, / But the stones are O, so hard! / And my feet are O, so soft!