Don’t be lazy, little one,
Be up and doing all the time,
Wash the dirty dishes
And tidy up your room,
Then you will be neat and fit.
Don’t be lazy, little one,
Learn to read and write well,
Pay attention in class
And do your homework,
Someday, you will be so great.
Don’t be lazy, little one,
A little sleep and a little play,
Work, learn, [...]

One day my boss, Miss Ross came up to me and said “Lizzy, are you busy?” and I said “No, just dizzy.”
“Well take a pill” said my boss, Miss Ross.
“No, I will not take a pill, my body it will chill and my stomach it will fill”
“But the pain it will kill” said my boss [...]

My child raise your head high
there aint no shame in poor
when the rich would stand by
and watch you starving, crying, reaching
for something in the distance while we’re preaching,
for God to come closer/let him see things,
acts of mischiefs? We’re still breathing?
I see confusion in your eyes child
don’t be afraid your free to cry child
cry a stream [...]

Soft as wool n sweet as honey
Pretty as a Rose; cute and funny
They play with teddies n love their bunny
They need kids n toys to accompany
To see, you could say, they’re teeny weeny
(The leaders of today are far more loony)
The world, for them, is kids’ colony
Each and every child, their crony…
These kids will soon grab [...]

Two children (small), one Four, one Five,
Once saw a bee go in a hive,
They’d never seen a bee before!
So waited there to see some more.
And sure enough along they came
A dozen bees (and all the same!)
Within the hive they buzzed about;
Then, one by one, they all flew out.
Said Four: ‘Those bees are silly things,
But how [...]

The young child, Christ, is straight and wise
And asks questions of the old men, questions
Found under running water for all children
And found under shadows thrown on still waters
By tall trees looking downward, old and gnarled.
Found to the eyes of children alone, untold,
Singing a low song in the loneliness.
And the young child, Christ, goes on asking
And [...]

The child’s wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your [...]

God has pity on kindergarten children,
He pities school children — less.
But adults he pities not at all.
He abandons them,
And sometimes they have to crawl on all fours
In the scorching sand
To reach the dressing station,
Streaming with blood.
But perhaps
He will have pity on those who love truly
And take care of them
And shade them
Like a tree over the [...]