THE LITTLE ONE-STAR FLAG
By permission of the author
Oh, I used to hear the family
In the house across the way—
A father, and a mother, and a child.
And, oh, the noise they used to make;
They'd keep the neighborhood awake—
I sometimes used to think they'd drive me wild!
I glanced across the way the other day;
It seemed too quiet over there, by far.
And hanging in the window of the house across the way
Is a little flag which bears a single star!
There's a Service Flag in Broadway,
And it flaunts two thousand stars.
Oh, it swings there to the glory
Of the soldiers and the tars.
But no star there in its beauty
Tells of stronger Love and Duty
Than the little one-star flag across the way.
Oh, I used to see them waiting
In the house across the way—
The mother, and a little girl, so sweet.
And, oh, the way they used to shout;
And, oh, the way they'd hurry out
