Routed Childhood
A child should ride upon a cloud
Of glee and gaiety.
Mother look’st thus so proud
Her son play merrily.
Whilst his daughter sing aloud
Father'd cheer heartedly.
A child should ride upon a cloud
Of glee and gaiety.
Would his mother let him out
To run the green park free?
She’d rather cause him fret about
Falling from a tree!
The childhood thus was put to rout
In fearful uncertainity…
Of glee and gaiety.
Mother look’st thus so proud
Her son play merrily.
Whilst his daughter sing aloud
Father'd cheer heartedly.
A child should ride upon a cloud
Of glee and gaiety.
Would his mother let him out
To run the green park free?
She’d rather cause him fret about
Falling from a tree!
The childhood thus was put to rout
In fearful uncertainity…
