March for Drum, Trumpet, and Twenty-One Giants
With stumping stride in pomp and pride
We come to thump and floor ye;
We'll bump your lumpish heads to-day
And tramp your ramparts into clay,
And as we stamp and romp and play,
Our trump'll blow before us--
Oh tramp it, tramp it, tramp it, trumpet, trumpet blow before us!
We'll grind and break and bind and take
And plunder ye and pound ye!
With trundled rocks and bludgeon blow,
You dunderheads, we'll dint ye so
You'll blunder and run blind, as though
By thunder stunned, around us--
By thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder stunned around us!
Ho! tremble town and tumble down
And crumble shield and sabre!
Your kings will mumble and look pale, your horses stumble or turn tail,
Your skimble-scamble counsels fail,
So rumble drum belaboured--
Oh rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble drum belaboured!
~C.S. Lewis, Poems, "Narnian Suite, 2" (1st published Nov. 4, 1953 in Punch)
On this day:
1973 (April 9) Warren H. Lewis, C.S. Lewis's older brother, dies at age seventy-eight at The Kilns, Oxford.
Note to the blog:
I will be on spring break until next week. See you all then!