What do you think when we are dressed in green?
Another soldier that’s wicked and mean,
You avoid all the pubs in the area,
As if they are infested with malaria.

What do you think when we are dressed in dust?
A soldier from the front who has your trust,
You beep your horn and wave,
Because you know he will duty save.

What do you think when we are dressed in snow?
The temperature must really be that low,
We may look like snowmen in the field,
But even still, we are your shield.

For me, it’s never about the race, name or colour,
Because he next to me shall be my brother,
But what is the difference in clothing forefend?
For we all serve the queen in the end.