Two Little Boys - Rolf Harris
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.
"Do you think Jack, I'd could
leave you dying
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.
Do you Jack, I'm all a tremble?
Perhaps it's the battles noise-
Or maybe,Jack, that I remember
when we were two little boys.