Have you any idea
What we’re like to fight against?
Our sort make their dinner
Off sharp swords
We swallow blazing torches
For a savoury snack!
Then, by way of dessert,
They bring us, not nuts, but broken arrows, and splintered spear shafts.
For pillows we have our shields and breastplates,
Arrows and slings lie under our feet, and for wreaths we wear catapults
Mnesimachus, Philip