Our Soldier Boy

        Written as a tribute to my brother, W. M. Strang, with the Engineers.


        He said, "I'm Daddy's soldier boy,"
            When he was five years old;
        And then went out and built snow forts,
            Although the day was cold.

        The snowballs were his hand grenades,
            A stick his bayonette;
        And with a home-made wooden gun
            The foe he bravely met.

        In five more years he joined the "scouts"
            And hiked across the hills;
        He learned to wear a khaki suit,
            And do military drills.

        And so the years passed swiftly on,
            And now he is a man;
        He's in the trenches over there,
            Fighting for Uncle Sam.

        I know he'll make the Huns regret
            They started this big fight,
        For he knows the cause he's fighting for
            Is liberty and right.