“A babe is a well-spring of pleasure,
A great messenger of peace and love,
A resting place for innocence on earth,
And a link between the angels and men.”
Martin Tupper
Music: Camelot
As I sit and I watch them play and explore
I begin to realize just how innocent they are
They have never wandered beyond our gate
Unlike myself, who has traveled much too far
They know not evil, cruelty, bigotry, or hate
They know not, all the great suffering out there
They play and they romp, not knowing the world
Oh to be just like them again, without a single care
They know not, that I buy their food at the grocers
But they are overjoyed at my return, and a gentle hug
They sniff through the bags, and find the puppy treats
Then they all rush back outside, to investigate a tiny bug
They know not, their pregnant mother was cruelly abandoned
Nor that it took me a very long time, to gain her complete trust
They know not, they are fortunate compared to others like them
Who languish in shelters, or roam the streets, and have it so tough
They know not, that the dog they peek in on, in the kennel out back
Has never known love, or kindness, or even had a home, his entire life
They look at me, as if to ask when he can come out and play with them
Then they spot a butterfly, and they rush off to chase after it with delight
And each evening, as my spouse and I, and all of them gather together
They know not, the many horrors the two of us see on the evening news
Instead, while the two of us very often feel sadness, or anger, or disgust
They contentedly curl up on our laps, and they enjoy their evening snooze
As I sit and I watch them play and explore,
I begin to realize just how innocent they are;
They have never wandered beyond our gate,
Unlike myself, who has traveled much too far.
-Oh To Be Like Them, Once More-
©May 2012, Mr. Ed
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