Last Poets Follow

Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summers day
Warriors both of cause

One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horses head
Wept for his toy, then cried with joy
As his young playmate 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 fast
Bravely they marched away
Cannon roared loud and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dieing lie, up goes a shout

A horse dashes out
Out from the ranks so blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he know

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

Did you say Joe, I'm all a tremble?
Perhaps it's the battles noise
But I thinks it's that I remember
When we were two little boys

Do you think I would leave you dying?
There's room on my horse for two
Climb up here, Joe we'll soon be flying
Back to the ranks so blue

Can you feel Joe, I'm all a tremble?
Perhaps it's the battles noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys

Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summers day