Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, around about the
wondrous days of yore, they came across a kind of box, bound up
with chains and locked with locks and labeled "Kindly do not

touch; it's war."

A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a

shout and a gaily-colored mascot tripping lightly on before.
Don't fiddle with this deadly box, or break the chains, or pick
the locks. And please don't ever play about with war.


The children understood. Children happen to be good and they
were just as good around the time of yore. They didn't try to

pick the locks or break into that deadly box. They never tried
to play about with war. Mommies didn't either; sisters, aunts,
grannies neither. They were quiet, and sweet, and pretty in

those wondrous days of yore. Well, very much the same as now,
not the ones to blame somehow for opening up that deadly box of
war.


But someone did. Someone battered in the lid and spilled the
insides out across the floor. A kind of bouncy, bumpy ball made

up of guns and flags and all the tears, and horror, and death
that comes with war. It bounced right out and went bashing all
about, bumping into everything in store. And what was sad and

most unfair was that it didn't really seem to care much who it
bumped, or why, or what, or for.


It bumped the children mainly. And I'll tell you this quite
plainly, it bumps them every day and more, and more, and leaves
them dead, and burned, and dying, thousands of them sick and

crying. Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore.

Now there's a way to stop the ball. It isn't difficult at all.

All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure that we can get
it back into the box, and bind the chains, and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.


Well, that's the way it all appears, cause it's been bouncing
round for years and years. In spite of all the wisdom 'wiz since

those wondrous days of yore and the time they came across the
box, bound up with chains and locked with locks, and labeled
"Kindly do not touch; it's war."