Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse.
Joyfully they played each summer’s day
Soldiers (士兵) 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’l remember
When we were two little boys.
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Long years past, war came so ___28___
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.
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