Once upon a time in the land of hush-a-bye
Around about the wondrous days of yore
They came across a sort of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled “kindly do not touch, its war”
Decree was issued round about
With a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on to the floor
Don’t fiddle with this deadly box or break the chains or pick the locks
And please, don’t ever play about with war
Well, the children understood
Children happen to be good
They were just as good around the time of yore
They didn’t try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly box
They never tried to play about with war
Mommies didn’t either
Sisters, aunts, grannies neither
Cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yore
Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that deadly box of war
But someone did
Someone battered in the lid
And spilled the insides out across the floor
A sort of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags and all the tears and horror and the death that goes with war
It bounced right out
And went bashing 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 every day, and more and more, and leaves them dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them sick and crying
Cause when it bumps, it’s really very sore
Now there’s a way to stop the ball
It isn’t difficult at all
All it takes is wisdom, I’m absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the locks
No one seems to want to save the children any more
Well, that’s the way it all appears
Cause it’s been bouncing round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom wiz since those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came across the box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled “kindly do not touch, its war.”
A good one from John Denver some years ago. I don’t actually know if he wrote it, but I know he recorded it. I liked it then, still do today.
Thanks for posting it.
Once upon a time in the land of hush-a-bye
Around about the wondrous days of yore
They came across a sort of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled “kindly do not touch, its war”
Decree was issued round about
With a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on to the floor
Don’t fiddle with this deadly box or break the chains or pick the locks
And please, don’t ever play about with war
Well, the children understood
Children happen to be good
They were just as good around the time of yore
They didn’t try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly box
They never tried to play about with war
Mommies didn’t either
Sisters, aunts, grannies neither
Cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yore
Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that deadly box of war
But someone did
Someone battered in the lid
And spilled the insides out across the floor
A sort of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags and all the tears and horror and the death that goes with war
It bounced right out
And went bashing 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 every day, and more and more, and leaves them dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them sick and crying
Cause when it bumps, it’s really very sore
Now there’s a way to stop the ball
It isn’t difficult at all
All it takes is wisdom, I’m absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the locks
No one seems to want to save the children any more
Well, that’s the way it all appears
Cause it’s been bouncing round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom wiz since those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came across the box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled “kindly do not touch, its war.”
Yep time to clean house that’s for sure, this waiting’s getting old, just what in the hell are we waiting on??.
I love it!!
A good one from John Denver some years ago. I don’t actually know if he wrote it, but I know he recorded it. I liked it then, still do today.
Thanks for posting it.