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    The Box
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      About "The Box"

      Lyrics for John Denver - "The Box"

      Once upon a time in the land of Hushabye
      Around about the wondrous days of yore
      I came across a sort of box
      Bound up with chains and locked with locks
      And labeled kindly do not touch; it's war

      Decree was issued 'round about
      All with a flourish and a shout
      And a gaily colored 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
      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

      Mummies didn't either
      Sisters, aunts, grannies neither
      Cause they were quiet, and sweet, and pretty in those wondrous days of yore
      Well, 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 and stored
      And what was sad and most unfair is that it didn't seem to care who much 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
      Cause when it bumps, it's 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 back into the box
      And bind the chains and lock the locks
      No one seems to want to save the children any more

      Well, that's the way it all appears
      Cause it's been bouncing 'round for years and years
      In spite of all the wisdom since those wondrous days of yore
      And the time they came across the box
      Bound up with chains and locked with locks
      And labeled "kindly do not touch, it's war"

      SONGWRITERS:
      LASCELLES, KENDREW
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