You are too young to live and die
Underneath this starry sky
And I know you’d rather be eating your mother’s pie
But you must attack thy
Enemy. And drive him from his trenches
Send him back to the backbenches
Rid him of his rocket launches
And push him onto his haunches
But sir, I hear you say
Why must we attack today
Why not save it ‘till the morrow
Save another day of sorrow
That answer I do not know
But we go where orders say we go
And tomorrow when the whistle rings
You must do your duty for country and king
You must seize the day, carpe diem
And remember you are not mice but men