My children--

Why are you not playing

    In the grass

On this most sunny

    And joyous of days?

Why do you sit still

    And pretend to listen

        To the droning old pile of dust

        Talk about ancient wars

        He was too old to fight in?

Scream, sing, jump up and down!

Tell the old fool

    He's not the boss of you

And run, waving your arms,

    Out into the streets

        And spin until you fall down.

Stop taking this stranger's candy,

    --It'll kill you.

7/27/00