My son, your country is calling. It is calling you to its service. You and your brother are needed In defense that "is second to none". My son, your country is calling, And what is that which it calls service? In your books a knight with his armor, In your history a soldier in battle. My son, your country is calling. Look not in old books for instructions; Read what lands today do for service, What they call "defense of the loyal". My son, your country is calling. Your warring brothers in service Drop bombs of disease, death and torture On women and children and babies. My son, your country is calling, So take your place in the service. The little children are waiting, Go bomb them along with their mothers, My son, you are one of the children And I am one of the mothers. . . . |