we all fall down

Why
do babies fall from trees,
cradle and all?
After rocking by in peace
in the blowing wind.

When
ringing around the rosie
we all fall down.
Our pockets full of flowers,
rotten with disease.

How
the money goes,
when the weasel pops.
A penny for starvation
suffering for us all.

Where
smiles of the children,
bring clarity to the song.
Death to innocence,
long live life.

Tears and kisses,
lies and promises.
The deepest blue,
and the lightest green.

Pass around the smiles,
throw away the bull shit.
Live as your heart rots.
don't say “I quit”;
wait and wait,
then we all fall down.