Marching, marching, left and right, left and right
Red, bricks, red bricks, off to war. Win the fight! Win the fight!
Marching straight and so in step, they only know one way,
Bricks cannot bend, or see a path beyond the one today.

Who to fight? Who to fight? That remains the question.
For we cannot have an army if they never face aggression.
So let us fight the river rocks, their roundness so offending,
And then we can assume control of all the water vending.

Marching bricks, marching bricks, cannot bend or weave,
But maybe they could do it once, if they could just believe.
Marching bricks, marching bricks, let's pitch them in the sea
And let the waters round them off until they learn to be.