Hup, two, three, four! We're in the 25th Army Corps. Queen's count! Two, three! We are the marching infantry!
Poor Joe! He wants to march in the parade, but every time the lines are uneven, he must stand aside. What's a poor bug to do?
Joe is determined. He studies the problem, relining the twenty-five bugs in his squadron from two lines to three lines to four lines, until inspiration and fortitude result in five lines of five — and Joe fits in the last.
