Works

Written for the first thrift stamp drive.


I want to be a soldier
And march away to France;
I want to find a wicked "Hun,"
And shoot him in the pants.

I want to be a soldier,...

Written as a tribute to my brother, W. M. Strang, with the Engineers.


He said, "I'm Daddy's soldier boy,"
When he was five years old;
And then went out and built snow forts,...

SPRING

Spring time is here with its sunshine and showers,
All nature is waking from its long winter sleep.
The gardens are blooming with beautiful flowers,
The song-birds are carolling melodies sweet....

The rough old Mr. Storm
Is whirling, swirling past
He makes the treetops bow their heads
And trembles at his blast.

He never stops to think
Of the damage he may do,...