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 S. DONALD COX

To My Mother—1916

The Song of The Happy Warrior

HE song of the boy who was brave and fair,

He was young and his eyes were grey,

He was swift to run and strong to strive

And ready for any play.

He climbed to the top of the apple tree

When nobody else would dare;

He couldn't get down and he feared he'd fall

As the branch swayed in the air.

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