The Box

Once upon a time in the land of hushabye

In the woundrous days of yore

They came upon this kind of box

All bound with chains and locked with locks

And labelled "kindly do not Touch, it's WAR"

Decree was issued round about

All with a flourish and a shout

And gayley colored mascots trippling lightly on the fore

"Do not tamper with this deadly box"

"Don"t break the chains or pick the locks"

"Please don't ever play about with war"

Well the children understood

Children happen to be good

And they were just as around the time of yore

They didn't try to break the chains or pick the locks

They didn't play about with war

Mommies didn't either

Sisters aunts grannies neither

They were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yore

Fairley much the same as now

Not the ones to blame somehow

For opning up that deadly box of war.

But someone did,

Someone battered in the lid

And spilled the insides out across the floor

A Kind of bouncy bumpy ball, filled with guns and flags and all the tears and

Horror and death, that goes with war.

It bounced right out and went crashing all about

And bumping into everything in store

And what was sad and most unfair

Is that it didn't really seem to care much who it bumped

Or why, or what, or for.

It bumped the children mainly

And I'll tell you this quite plainly

It bumps them evry day and more, and more

And leaves them dead and burned and dying

Thousands of them sick and crying

Cos when it bumps

Its really very sore

Now theres a way to stop the ball

It isn't difficult at all

All it takes is wisdom

And I'm absolutley sure

We can get the ball back in the box

And bind the chains

And lock the locks

No one seems to want to save the children any more

Well thats the way it all appears

That balls been bouncing round for years and years

In spite of all the wisdom whiz since those wondrous days of yore

When they came upon this kind of box

All bound with chains and locked with locks

And labelled "Kindly do not touch"

"ITS WAR"