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That was inappropriate comments to tell young children.

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

I like that. I had never heard it before.