| Uncle Eddie |
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Good mornin', Mr. God. Are ya waked up, yet? It's me, little Andy, and I was a wonderin', Do ya get the same news we get? Did you hear, we're at war? Daddy says. And, now, I am so scared. What if the bad guys come here. Daddy says we gotta get a'pared. I don't know what to do. You see, I'm jest a little guy And I haven't got to live very long; And, now, maybe we will all die. I don't un'erstand why people get so mean. Do they know who you are? Momma says its way, somewhere, else. But, Mr. God, how far? I will try to be brave, for Momma and little sis. I got my baseball bat by my door. I jest hope I can beat 'em up, So they won't come back no more. I seen some soldiers On the TV, comin' home. Momma says Uncle Eddie is goin' there And she was cryin' on the phone. She told him to trust you, Mr. God, And that you was goin' with him. If'n you're goin', too, Sir, When will we get to talk again? But, if ya gotta go, Take care of yourself. Ok? Daddy and I will take care of things, down here, While you and Uncle Eddie are away. I s'pose Jesus will look after things, up there, And put the moon and stars all out 'Til ya get back from over there. He knows what things are about. Oh, Mr. God, don't get hurt Or nut'in else, please, 'Cause Momma loves ya both, a lot, and She says Uncle Eddie is a big o' tease. Well, I gotta go. Uncle Eddie's comin' over for some lunch. I s'pose ya gotta go and pack, and stuff. I jest wanted to say I love ya, a bunch. If Jesus needs any help, While you're goin' off to fight, Tell Him to jest call me A'fore I go to bed at night. I hope you can make the war stop. 'Cause I'm scared, a whole lot. Well, I'll see ya later, Mr. God. Let me know if ya need some help or not. Bye, for now. It's me, little Andy. |
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