To: Boyce
A Little Boy
The little boy who came upstairs
Because he was afraid.
The little boy who always said
"Have you got your taxes paid?"
The one that took the boat
So far upstream and stayed
So long I went to hunt for him
Because I was afraid
That he had fallen in.
At last I saw a fishing pole
And heard a line a-swishing,
And then upon the river bank
I saw a boy a-fishing.
And oh he looked so very small
Among the trees so big and tall.
How did you get here? Then he said
And shall I take you home?
I said no, that he should stay
Home wasn't very far away.
So then they sent him over sea
To fight in the 5thInfantry.
Then he set the world on fire
With his a cappella choir.
He sang for Emperors and Czars,
He sang for famous movie stars.
And now the war is over
And he is home again
And I am made to realize
My boy is now a man.
I hope that he'll be lucky
And always make the grade,
And always have the money
To get his taxes paid.