When I was just a little one,
My mother would kiss me good night,
She'd smile and say the day is done,
But I wouldn't go down without a fight.
"Mother I have a question."
I would say as she turned to go.
"Why do people always fight?"
"Because people don't know friend from foe."
I would be so angry, unable to understand,
She would smile sweetly and say,
"My little one, no one can.
No one knows why people fight,
Why they can't seem to get along.
But sweet one, it's time to say good-night,
I told you already, the day is done."
"Mother, why is it people scream and shout?"
I'd say as she turned out the light.
She turned and winked and said, "Who knows?
But you won't find that answer tonight.
The world is full of strange people,
Sometimes all they do is fight.
But dear one, as I've said before,
I love you and good-night!"
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