even Plato wrote about them in the auld lang syne.
They were to be a gift, to children only, when it began,
but adults need one too, we ain't no also ran.
So where do they come from, the winged beings that we love,
do they really come from heaven, some place up above;
or, maybe when we're born, one is assigned to us,
some people love theirs, and some give them the brush.
If there are guardian angels now, are they in prison too?
Or are they off to war? Or all the dirty work we do?
Well, maybe those are the ones, to which we gave the brush;
and maybe they are waiting for us now, when we quit the rush.
Have you ever seen one? I ask everyone with pleas,
are you really sure of their existence, if you please.
How do we know they're around us, even in daylight,
if we don't have good sense to use one in the dark of night.
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From the 1930's |
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