On visiting the zoo one day
my children said to me,
“Why are the animals sad?”
“Why are they kept locked up like this?”
“Is it because they’ve been bad?”
I tried my best to explain
that the birds could not fly away
nor the elephant run around loose
the lion couldn’t hunt down the High Street
but I could see that it was no use.
“Why can’t they just leave them alone
and not stick them in a prison like this?”
“It’s people that are treating them bad!”
Perhaps the wrong ones are behind bars
and it’s people that ought to be sad.