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.