The war is on: the boys are out
Sit very still: you'll hear a shout
Then you'll hear the barrage of rocks
As they fall out of the skies: cover your eyes!
Beware of those tiny missiles: incoming!
War games haven't changed in all my years
There is still laughter & quite a few tears
Look out here comes another one
Tiny pebbles flying through the air
Yes you'd better beware: be scared
Boys like authenticity: real ammo is the go
Anything will make the grade: home made grenade
They snipped off the fingers of my rubber gloves
Taped them onto a piece of plastic pipe
Used these weapons to shoot at each other
These glove-guns were the way to go
Full-on warfare in our back yards
Yelling & screaming out their chagrin
Doing anything just to make sure they win!
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