© 29 November 2007, The Griot Poet
“Twinkle, twinkle little star…”
Song of Mozart from ages afar
You who were so innocent and true
Stolen from us by one whom
Your mother met
On the Internet
That with its freedoms makes us all act a bit like we’re two…
When we didn’t know a name for your beautiful face
We for a time called you “Baby Grace”
And every parent clutched their kids tighter
And determined to make their lives brighter
To count to ten
Before dispensing discipline
And be bread unleavened
When we receive our own packages from Heaven
Which is where we know now you are – “Twinkle, twinkle little star!”
