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 are 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.