After the battle of Saarbrücken

The foppish Emperor is bursting with pride, having knocked over the stiff little Prussians. He bounces his hobby horse away from battle, his medals and ribbons flopping on his coat. Meanwhile, his lead soldiers are napping near the toy drums and cannons, but they wake up, stand at attention, and sing in the same squeaking voice, “Long live the Emperor!” Embarrassed on behalf of his master, a little soldier mutters, “He directs our feet but we think the Prussians fought the better fight.”