George. Washington

He played by the river when he was young,
He raced with the rabbits along the hills,
He fished for minnows, and climbed and swung,
and hooted back at the whirlpools,
Strong and slender and tall he grew
And then, one morning, the bugles blew.

Over the hill the summons came,
Over the river's shining rim.
He said that the bugles called his name,
He knew that his country needed him,
And he answered coming and marched away
For many a night and many a day

Perhaps when the marches were hot and long
He'd think of the river flowing by,
Or,camping under the winter sky,
Would hear the whirlpool's far-off song.
Boy or man, and in peace or strife,
He loved America all his life!