"He sees muckle castles, tow'rin' tae the moon,
He sees little sodjer laddies, pu'in' them a' doon,
Warlds whamblin up an' doon, bleezin' wi' a flair'
See hoo he loups as they glimmer in the air!
For a' hoo sage he looks, whit can the laddie ken?
He's thinkin' aboot naething---just like mony michty men;
A wee thing maks us blink, an' something mak's us stare
Mair fouk than him are biggin' castles in the air!"

That should complete the set! An old favourite of mine. Thanks for bringing it to mind..
Boab