Come closer child, and listen to us Come now, hurry don't make a fuss We'll tell you our tale We've rehearsed it quite well, I come wary, cautious of their trick, and sit and listen to each little brick Each tells me of journeys long ago and lands afar Each shows me their every scar. Some areΒ Β dressed finely in scarlety red Others a pale orange from toe to head But each ones pleas end the same Cry out for me by name. Don't let them destroy us they whisper to me But I cannot argue with the state's decree We've fought maany battles they cry against paint, evil smoke, disease, please don't let us die/ But once again, same reply to their pleas I cannot argue with what thee state decrees.