Global Reform

The world is rarely seen,
How we would like it to,
If we could crop and spruce and clean,
And fit it to me and you,
If the world could rid itself o' badness and it's scum,
And let all the good roam free,
And proud make every mum,
Would I be one whose left to see,
To see this perfect earth?
Or would my mother nature call,
And say i'm of no worth,
If this does happen: ever at all,
I hope I am asleep,
Because knowing all this is mean,
And would surely make me weep,
But if we could crop and spruce and clean,
And make the world alright,
With you I hope I am...
To see in my last night!