When the Assyrians came flying at midday br With no lethal intensions than unburdening br Don the brave was on duty at Picket 22. br br Their usual practice was to caste away their load br In some desolate moor, ravine or knoll br But this day they took the wrong path. br br Don was happy that the kites looked large br And unusually fast in that warm weather br And fancied shooting one of them. br br So the bright faced steadfast defender br Levelled his arrow upright br And shot, one after another. br br The Assyrians perhaps failed to notice him br For there wasn’t any dropping in fright br And they flew away without much ado. br br Don’s performance was watched by his skipper br Who without wonder pulled him up br Asked him to invest the arrows in his maw br And stand on the head to fancy another feat.br br Raveendran N.V.