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Nor can I teach him perfect pitch, since I'm not certain which is which. |
| I cannot teach him things unknown, like how a teddy bear is sewn, |
| Or why he's brown and I am black: I cannot give him what I lack. |
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But I can show him how to hug, and how to watch a ladybug, |
| And how to look up in the sky and see swift swallows swooping high, |
| And how to tell when someone's blue, and how to sleep the whole day through, |
| And how to love without condition. (That has always been my mission.) |
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If I can manage some of these, I know my friend will surely please |
| The ones who hold him in their heart, and then I shall have done my part. |
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I wonder. Can it be a fact that teaching young ones takes such tact |
| That many won't attempt the task? Perhaps it's better I don't ask. |
