It’s a world away

I’m not there to stay

On Washington.

But I wander through

Take in the odd view

On Washington.

I’t’s a wilder scene

What does it all mean

On Washington?

At times I see pills

A needle or bill

On Washington.

But, then children play

And families pray

In quiet houses

Where they take in strays,

And the people try

To make home so safe,

And the mothers dance,

And the daddies brave,

Work to build and plan,

So TALL, they strive, stand

On Washington.


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