Children learn when you pinch toy rabbits they squeak
They live forever, without food, many weeks
You can shout at a toy, but it never speaks
We search the wide world, but don't know what we seek
All the world's dear little children
Think the clouds and the sky hide a heaven
And after we die - as we all might - one day
We all go to heaven, not the other way.
And all the good parents
That's me, them - and you
Won't spoil adult kids' fun and say it's not true
For that would cause a most dreadful to do
And all the nursery's soft, cuddly bears
Give the impression that bears have blank stares
And love to be cuddled
No scientist cares, nobody dares
Yet one day kids ask why
Birds fly through the sky
I can't explain the thunder and rain
Or how a young pilot can fly a large plane
So we all pretend til the day that we die
With hopes flying high
All adults are children, so don't ask why
We pretend, we believe, you can see through the sky.
-ends-
copyright Angela Lansbury Monday 2nd August 2022
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