There was a foolish man who had a thousand little boys
He lined them up in rank and file like little soldier toys
He told them black was evil, white should rule supreme
'Down with the Jews and women, too! ' he yelled at his regime
Nine little boys went away with a laugh. Jesus was their guide
Ninety young boys turned away too for hate must be denied
Nine hundred boys would not listen to him or be taken for a ride
Yet one boy listened and Jesus wept
There was a president who had a thousand little men
He them up in rank and file and put outfits on them
He told them war was necessary, 'Justice gained by blood'
So he sent them off to play with bullets in the mud
Nine little men were too afraid and fled to the countryside
Ninety young men, then, could not fight, their limbs were petrified
Nine hundred men went in gung-ho to show their national pride
But one man objected for what he believed and Jesus rejoiced
The smallest loss is a source of pain
Rejoice, then, over the smallest gain
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I would like to translate this poem