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.