What do you think “oh the humanity” is it earth shattering? Is this the time to grow up? To be human is to grow up. “By the right … march” left … right … up and down the long driveway, hedged by a row of fur trees. What are you protecting little boy with your toy gun? Duck under the thick evergreen tree branches. Point that toy gun. Geese it feels nice to have those green nettles of the cedar trees slap against the thick woolen coat you are dressed in little soldier. Hup 2, 3, 4, hup 2, 3, 4.… up and down the driveway. It’s cold alright. Hup two, three, four up and down the driveway. The rhythm is the march little boy the enemy is out there real or not. Jump behind that tree, bang, bang. Hup 2, 3, 4, hup 2, 3, 4.… up and down the driveway. Still cold? No way, warm as toast in that blue thick wool coat. Mom’s voice is resonating through the bitter cold “ Time to come in little solder”
