Once upon a time in the land of Hushabye, around about the wondrous days of Yor, I came
across a sort of box bound up a chains and locked with locks, and labeled, Kindly Do
Not Touch, It's War.
The Cree was issued round about, all with a flourish and a shout, and a gaily colored
mascot tripping lightly on before.
The 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 Yor.
They didn't try to pick the locks or break into that deadly box, they never tried to
play about with war.
The mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither, cause they were quiet and
sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of Yor.
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 had
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 find the chains and lock
the locks.
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 whiz 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,
watch war.
Oh, my joy's warm, every, every, every one.
What the world needs now is love, sweet love.
What the world needs now is love, sweet love.
Oh, my joy's warm, every, every, every one.
Oh, my joy's warm, every, every, every one.
Oh, my joy's warm, every, every, every one.
Oh, my joy's warm, every, every one.
