For Remembrance Day The Box (Words by Lascelles, recited by John Denver on the album Poems, Prayers & Promises)
Once upon a time in the land of hushaby
Around about the wondrous days of yore
They came across this sort of box, bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled "Kindly do not touch, its war."
Decree was issued round about, all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily coloured 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
And 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, and grannies neither
For they were quiet, sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yore
They're 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 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
For when it bumps, its 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 in the box,
And bind the chains and lock the locks
No one seems to want to save the children any more
No? Well, that's 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
Since the time they came across the box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled "Kindly do not touch, its war.