It was a dark and stormy night when we were heading out of town.
And Mama said, "Oh honey, don't let it get you down.
The army's hiding; they won't come out for another week or two.
They need a legal explanation to do what they would do.
So you'd best stay quiet,
And clutch your favourite toy."
Uspiewam ci piosenke, ale mala nie now nic i siec.
Bo wojsko lubi spiewac, ale obce dziecko zasluguje miecz."
And so I sat and listened carefully to everything she said.
And I whispered in my teddy's ear, "I won't abandon you for dead."
And I stayed quiet,
And clutched my favourite toy.
And now it's over.
We have a lovely house in the suburbs where it's sane.
The world is stronger.
Forgotten toys are better left forgotten with the pain.