The Box
(专辑: Poems, Prayers And Promises - 1971)
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; it's war". A
decree was issued round about, And all with a
flourish and a
shout And a
gaily-colored mascot tripping lightly on before. 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 And 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 death that comes with war. It bounced right out And went bashing all about, And bumping into everything in store. And what was sad and most unfair Was 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, And I'm absolutely sure That we can get it back into the
box, And bind the
chains, and lock the
locks. But no one seems to want to save the
children anymore. 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; it's war".