The brave little soldier looked fear in the eye,
He said, ‘I am a soldier, I never say ‘die’.’
He threw back his shoulders and stuck out his chin,
He gathered his thoughts; determined to win.
His eyes, they focussed; the enemy did quake.
‘Come on,’ he cried, ‘my courage won’t shake.’
He lifted his sword, one of paper made,
And forward he ran, not one moment afraid.
Before those sweet eyes the enemy fled,
So the brave little soldier went gladly to bed,
A soldier of courage in our hearts will live,
The bravest of soldiers gave all he could give.