The King of Zor,
He called for a war,
And the King of Zam, he answered,
They fashioned their weapons one upon one,
Ton upon ton,
They called for war at the rise of the sun.

Out went the call,
To one and to all,
That echoed and rolled like the thunder,
Trumpets and drums, roar upon roar,
More upon more,
Rolling the call of: "Come now, to war!"

Throughout the night
They fashioned their might,
With right on the side of the mighty,
They puzzled their minds, plan upon plan,
Man upon man,
And at dying of dawn the great war began.

They met on the battlefield, banner in hand,
They looked out across the vacant land,
And they counted the missing, one upon one,
None upon none,
The war it was over before it begun.

Two little kings playing a game,
They gave a war and nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
Nobody came.