Two Little Boys Greg Brown

Two little boys, two little toys
Each was a wooden horse
Gaily they played, each summer's day
Soldier boys, of course
One little chap, he had a mishap
And he broke off his horse's head
Wept for his toy, then cried with joy
When his young comrade said:
"Do you think, Jack, I'd leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up, Jack, we'll soon be flying
He can go just as fast with two
When we grow,we'll both be soldiers
And our horses won't be toys
And it may be, Jack, that we'll remember
When we were two little boys."
The years quickly passed
The war came at last'
And bravely the boys marched away
Cannon roared loud, midst the mad crowd
Wounded and dying Jack lay
When out rings a cry and a horse dashes by
Out of the ranks of the blue
Dashes away to where Jack lay
And a voice rang strong and true