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Once upon a time in the land of Hushabye
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."
Decree was issued round about
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
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 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 it bumped
or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly
and I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them everyday 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 bind the chains and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.
Well, thats the way it all appears,
'cause it's been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom wizzed 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.
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."
Decree was issued round about
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
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 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 it bumped
or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly
and I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them everyday 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 bind the chains and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.
Well, thats the way it all appears,
'cause it's been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom wizzed 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.