Little Ones See and Hear All
Our dear little ones, so meek and humble,
Their world around them, they watch crumble.
They only see and hear
Wrestle mania rumble.
The things they see and hear each day,
Dark cloud and skies full of grey.
There's killing and robbing in every neighborhood.
Their little minds begin wonder
How to stop it; I sure wish I could.
Be careful what we do and say,
Stand tall, and for
Goodness' sake, don't take a hard fall,
For our little ones see and hear all.
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