Four little darlings under a tree

So amazing, so young and free

Four brave boys go off to war

One returns, his heart is torn

Four little steps, but one mistake

The rest of a life, a price is paid

Why do we come here? What do we do?

Who should we thank? Who makes the rules?

Four little islands, big blue sea

The sun is so warm, it strengthens me

Four sturdy walls, keep us warm

Comforting, safe from harm



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