Once upon a time in the land of hushabye
AROUND ABOUT the woundrous days of yore
They came upon A kind of box
All bound with chains and locked with locks
And labeed "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
"do not 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 in to that deadly box
and 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
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 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 evEry day and more, and more
And leaves them dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them sick and crying
CAUSE when it bumps
its 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 absolutly sure
We can get the ball back in the box
And bind the chains
And lock the locks
BUT 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
AND in spite of all the wisdom whiz since those wondrous days of yore
in the time they came across the box
all bound up with chains and locked with locks
and labeled "Kindly do not touch"
"IT'S WAR"