Tricolor in blood
Hearing the trumpeter
roaring the patriotic beats,
his little soul then promised
to serve for the National deeds.
Dressed in that very uniform
which he admired in his dreams,
came a new fighter
ready to mount courage on his wings.
Tricolor draped and besmeared in blood,
Came home a coffin with devotion's flood
Salute of 21'gun shots made everybody cry
A new patriot can be seen born in his son's eye.