Though we might have precious little
it’s still precious
I like that song
about this wonderful world
It’s got a sunny point of view
and sometimes I feel it’s true
at least for a few of us
I like that world
It makes a wonderful song
But there’s a darker point of view
that’s sadly just as true
for so many among us
In the sweetest child there’s a vicious streak
In the strongest men there is a child so weak
In the whole wide world there’s no magic place
so you might as well rise
Put on your bravest face
I like that show
where they solve all the murders
That heroic point of view
It’s got justice and vengeance, too—
at least, so the story goes
I like that story—
makes a satisfying case
But there’s a messy point of view
that’s sadly just as true
for so many among us
In the softest voice there’s an acid tongue
In the oldest eyes there’s a soul so young
In the shakiest will there’s a core of steel
On the smoothest ride there’s a squeaky wheel
Though we might have precious little
it’s still precious