(Keith Relf / Jim McCarty / Jimmy Page)

Little wooden soldier boy,
How he's bored to be a toy
Sitting on the mantelpiece,
Was not his idea of peace
So one night at half past one,
He ordered all the toys to come
He told them all a good game to play,
Next day

The teddy bears and wind-up toys,
Together made a lot of noise
The other side formed into ranks,
Proud 'cause they had plastic tanks
High up on the shelf to see,
The soldier had to jump with glee
At last before his eyes he saw,
A real war

With a battle raging on the floor,
The soldier boy was urging more
Soon the floor was strewn with bits,
Fur and stuff and building kits
The soldier boy was feeling high,
As smoke clouds rolled across the sky
He gave a last triumphant cry,
And fell into the fire