He wanted to paint the planet red
He held it on his shoulder
But he was hanging by a thread
The little paper soldier
He'd gladly go through fire and smoke
He'd die for you twice over
Alas, to you, he was a joke
This little paper soldier
...
And right into the fire he went
Exploding into vapor
For not a penny
Not a cent
This soldier
Made of paper
-- Paper Soldier, Daniel Kahn