One day, when I am a father
of at least a kid, or a couple rather
I would solemnly gather my little cubs
look 'em in the eye and so implore
O sweet ones, O young ones
dare to dream of lands unexplored
Be ever spellbound by the magic of books
pass on that knowlege to every corner and nook
Care not for other men's words
unless they speak the language of love
Pay no heed to the mongers of hate
let swift be your justice, but slow to judge
Be not swayed by men's divisive ways
let laughter and joy be your friend and such
Spread your wings and bellow a mighty roar
so the wicked may know that you can fly
That your mind brooks no dread or fear
far from the reach of their fingers sly
Above the highest clouds, above lakes clear
in the deepest troughs, and darkest caves
within your mind let rise a little haven
where wisdom for morrow you can save
Be so brave as to inspire the craven
be so kind as to give solace to the poor
Dream of stars and dappled nights
dream of plains and windswept moor
let the wise be your spiritual guides
let a kindred soul be your love, your life
love them so much that they feel truly alive
and when you both have your own child,
fill his eyes with dreams, and a love for life