THE LITTLE BOY IS HERE

The little boy of Bethlehem

The least of the Jesses

The sheep shepherd

An handsome, healthy, young man

Having a sparkling eye

The heap player  

The greatest musician

The able and bold

The little boy is here

To tackle the old fool

Gathering with many fools at shocoh

Pitching between Schocoh and azekah

The little man of God

In the valley of Elah

Settling battles in array

The locust before beast

Too terrible to confront

But the little boy is here.

The foes stood on a mountain

A valley lies between them

Here comes

The best among their best

The failed champion

He is of Gath

Whose height six cubits and a span

Held helmet of brass upon his head

Armed with a coat of mail

Which weight five thousand shekels of brass

He wears greaves of brass upon his head

A target of brass between his shoulders

The Staff of his spear

Like a weaver’s beam

The old fool is here

To torment the little men of God

The old, hag fool

Standing before the battle line

Bragging upon his armor

Thinking It is by power or might, weapon or multitude

To fight a battle of great memo

And the little innocent lad

Whose brothers terrified in battled

Took to his brothers fare

And to their pledge

Though he has come of their fare

For the battle he’s really here

The little hero

The least but great

With his bear hands

Killed he lion and bears

Caught by their beard

Smote, slew and slaughtered

He’s armed with armor

A helmet of brass upon his head

And a coat of mail

He girded his sword

Lo, too heavy they are

He left his armor

He took his staff and sting

He chooses five smooth stones

Out of the brook

And a shepherd bag

“Am I a dog?” asked the old fool

A dog he r4eally was

Only a stone on his forehead

The old fool is gone

His carcass for the birds

The little boy is here

To face the old fool.