Grim news everywhere you look these days, especially here in Kansas. This morning I was taught how to cope with it:
Early this morning I walked out my door
To see what my newspaper had in store
All the dreary headlines about hatred and war
I was dreading what the news would be
But the minute I stepped out in the morning air
I was shocked by the music all above and everywhere
There were birds singing and the song they shared
Was a lesson aimed straight at me
--
Sometimes progress goes into hibernation
Before justice there’s a long gestation
I can cope with the recent, regressive aggravation
I know that winters get replaced by springs
I hear it in the song a little bird sings
--
As I looked at the tree I could see there was a bud
Just a little bit of green in the early March mud
I gave the paper a toss and it landed with a thud
Right smack into the recycle bin
Well the state legislature and the governor too
Supreme Court and the congressional zoo
You know there’s not a dang thing those rascals can do
To keep the spring from coming once again
--
Sometimes progress goes into hibernation
Before justice there’s a long gestation
I can cope with the recent, regressive aggravation
I know that winters get replaced by springs
I hear it in the song a little bird sings
