So here’s a poem, since it’s been awhile. I guess we can call it The Children.
The Children said “No Thank You Ma’am”
The Children said, The Children said;
The Father said “I Have a Plan”
No Thank You Man, No Thank You Man;
“The Children Are Not Up For Sale,”
The Wise One said and Took My Hand;
“The Children Are All We Have Left,
Now That the Veil Has Touched the Sand;”
“The Wise One Cannot Sleep To-day,”
The Children said, The Children said;
“He Must Remain Awake to Play,”
The Children Pled With Certain Dread;
“And Then To-night I Will Remain,”
The One Wise One Affirmed the Claim;
“Remain to Banish Father’s Fame,”
The Wise One Spoke With His Gaze Trained;
“To Discard the Switch And Light the Den,”
I Said to Him with Mighty Grin;
The Dusty Father Came to Get,
The Wise One Watched Him Throw a Fit,
He Tackled Father to the Ground,
And Said to Him Without a Sound,
“Be Gone So That the Children Play,
Or You’ll Drive Yourself to the Grave;”
Father Nodded And Gave His Wave,
Turned to Look In the Wise One’s Eyes,
Father Said “I Apologize,
Play My Children, Enjoy Your Youth;”
The Father Left Us Alone Then,
But Mother Came to Call Us In;
The Children said “No Thank You Ma’am,”
The Children said, The Children said.