within the campsite's closed up enclave a general kept many a trooper slave on hearing strident orders being spoken* they'd jump to the commands that did sound as these strict directives were oft around each servile soldier was at this behest doing what the big man would so request but they tired of the marshal's token a revolt put well in train there and then they'd not be yoked to the despot's pen their bid for liberty's run was a victory on catching the tyrant whilst fast asleep through an ajar gate ran the muffled sheep *whereupon their freedom became history