Why, Why, Why
Why, why, why?
Why do birds fly?
Why do babies cry?
Why is the desert dry?
Why, why, why?
Why are mountains high?
Why is there a blue sky?
My oh my, why do we ask why?
I am not shy, to ask why,
I am not shy, to tell you why,
If only I knew the reason why,
The reason why I ever asked why?
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2016
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