Entire, at an army's head I stand,
Marches and sieges I command,
The foremost fighter of the time:
Behead me, on the mimic stage
I pass for fine, poetic rage,
Passion and agony sublime.
Behead again, complete the fall,
From a mighty Major-General
To an insect most exceedingly small.
‘ T is marvellous, yet we have seen
Such magic changes before, I ween.
Grant-rant-ant.