The National Guardsman

I’m a gorgeous golden hero
  And my trade is taking life.
Hear the twittle-twittle-tweero
  Of my sibilating fife
And the rub-a-dub-a-dum
  Of my big bass drum!
I’m an escort strong and bold,
  The Grand Army to protect.
My countenance is cold
  And my attitude erect
I’m a Californian Guard
  And my banner flies aloft,
But the stones are O, so hard!
  And my feet are O, so soft!