In this world
I know, there are men like beasts
There is also a legacy
Of little bodies thrown to large mouths
Of crocodiles or so, I read.
And yet, in this very world
I see real joy in pretty smiles
Of three little dwarflings
On red and yellow tricycles.
Red plums adorn their faces
They wear crocodile shoes on their feet
I forget the apathy of this world
For in their eyes
Love is but a heart shaped candy
And it is always in plenty.