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.