Corp'Rals Chevrons Poem by Anonymous British

OH, the General with his epaulets, leadin' a parade;
The Colonel and the Adjutant a-sportin' of their braid;
The Major and the Skipper- none of 'em look so fine
As a newly minted corp'ral, cumin' down the line.
Oh, the Bishop in his miter pacin' up the aisle;
The Governor, frock-coated, with a votes-for-women smile;
The Congressman, the Mayor- aren't in it, I opine,
With a newly minted corp'ral comin' down the line.