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.