Two little boys had two little toys Each had a wooden horse. Joyfully, they played each summer's day. Soldiers both, of course. Then Jack broke off his horse's head Sad for his toy, then cried with joy As his young friend Joe said: Did you think I would leave you crying When there's room on my horse for two? Climb up here, Jack, and don't be crying I can go just as fast with two When we grow up we'll both be soldiers And our horses will not be toys And I wonder if we'll remember When we were two little boys. |
Long years past, war came so . Bravely they marched away. Guns roared loud and in the mad crowd Wounded and dying lie Up goes a shout, a horse rushes out Out from the crowd, to where Joe lay Then came a voice he knew: Did you think I would leave you dying When there's room on my horse for two? Climb up here, Joe, we'll soon be flying I can go just as fast with two. Now we are both real soldiers And our horses are not toys And I remember When we were two little boys. |