John Denver - The Box Lyrics
This poem was first released on the poems, prayers and promises album. it is the only album it has been released on.Once upon a time in the land of hushabyeAround about the wondrous days of yoreI came across a sort of boxBound up with chains and locked with locksAnd labelled kindly do not touch, its warDecree was issued round aboutAll with a flourish and a shoutAnd a gaily coloured mascot tripping lightly on beforeDont fiddle with this deadly box or break the chains or pick the locksAnd please, dont ever play about with warWell, the children understoodChildren happen to be goodThey were just as good around the time of yawThey didnt try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly boxThey never tried to play about with warMummies didnt eitherSisters, aunts, grannies neitherCause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yawWell, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehowFor opening up that deadly box of warBut someone didSomeone battered in the lidAnd spilled the insides out across the floorA sort of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags and all the tears and horror and the death that goes with warIt bounced right outAnd went bashing all aboutAnd bumping into everything and storedAnd what was sad and most unfair is that it didnt seem to care who much it bumpedOr why, or what, or forIt bumped the children mainlyAnd Ill tell you this quite plainlyIt bumps them every day, and more and more, and leaves them dead and burned and dyingThousands of them sick and cryingCause when it bumps, its really very soreNow theres a way to stop the ballIt isnt difficult at allAll it takes is wisdom, Im absolutely sure that we could get it back into the boxAnd buy the chains and lock the locksNo one seems to want to save the children any moreWell, thats the way it all appearsCause its been bouncing round for years and yearsIn spite of all the wisdom wiz since those wondrous days of yawAnd the time they came across the boxBound up with chains and locked with locksAnd labelled kindly do not touch, its warWords by lascelles
