Playthings

Last year the shops were crowded With soldier suits and guns— The presents that at Christmas time We give our little sons; And many a glittering trumpet And many a sword and drum; But as they're made in Germany This year they will not come.

Perhaps another season We shall not give our boys Such very warlike playthings, Such military toys; Perhaps another season We shall not think it sweet To watch their game of soldier men, Who dream not of defeat.