HAPPY boy, happy boy,
David the immortal-willed,
Youth a thousand thousand times
Slain, but not once killed,
Swaggering again today
In the old contemptuous way;
Leaning backward from your thigh
Up against the tinselled bar
Dust and ashes! is it you?
Laughing, boasting, there you are!
First we hardly recognized you
In your modern avatar.
Soldier, rifle, brown khaki
Is your blood as happy so?
Wheres your sling or painted shield,
Helmet, pike or bow?
Well, youre going to the wars
That is all you need to know.
Graybeards plotted. They were sad.
Death was in their wrinkled eyes.
At their tableswith their maps,
Plans and calculationswise
They all seemed; for well they knew
How ungrudgingly Youth dies.
At their green official baize
They debated all the night
Plans for your adventurous days
Which you followed with delight,
Youth in all your wanderings,
David of a thousand slings
