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.




Militants


Hippolta, Penthesilea,
Maria Teresa and Joan,
Agustina and Boadicea