Peace prize winner 'could kill' Bush
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Peace prize winner 'could kill' Bush
That was inappropriate comments to tell young children.
Peace prize winner 'could kill' Bush
Once upon a time in the land of hushabye
Around about the wondrous days of yore
They came across a sort of box
Bound with chains and locked with locks
And labelled: kindly do not touch, it's war
The creed was issued round about
All with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily coloured mascot tripping lightly on before
Dont fiddle with this deadly box or break the chains or pick the locks
And please, dont ever play about with war
Well, the children understood
The 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 balls 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 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 theres a way to stop the ball
It isn't difficult at all
All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the locks
But noone seems to want to save the children any more
Well, thats the way it all appears
Cause its been bouncing round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom wiz since those wondrous days of yore
When they came across a box
Bound with chains and locked with locks
And labelled: kindly do not touch, its war
The Box
By John Denver
Still means as much today as it did during the Viet Nam War
Around about the wondrous days of yore
They came across a sort of box
Bound with chains and locked with locks
And labelled: kindly do not touch, it's war
The creed was issued round about
All with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily coloured mascot tripping lightly on before
Dont fiddle with this deadly box or break the chains or pick the locks
And please, dont ever play about with war
Well, the children understood
The 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 balls 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 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 theres a way to stop the ball
It isn't difficult at all
All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the locks
But noone seems to want to save the children any more
Well, thats the way it all appears
Cause its been bouncing round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom wiz since those wondrous days of yore
When they came across a box
Bound with chains and locked with locks
And labelled: kindly do not touch, its war
The Box
By John Denver
Still means as much today as it did during the Viet Nam War
When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before.
Mae West
Mae West
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