Soldiers

All lined up like soldiers, all handsome on parade
All lined up like soldiers, with boiled egg on a plate
Like ten glass bottles, of shades of green and brown
Just ten glass bottles, that wait to be shot down

And who cares, fot these handsome soldiers
Sliced up bits of toast
Who will sweep the shards of glass
Who values them the most?

Who?
I do
I do
Though they shoot at me too.