Pink Elephant

My dearest child, not yet born, not even conceivedBut I speak to you as if you are'cause I fear the day you ask me about the sun, trees birds and beesTrees, birds and beesYou'll want to know, what I did to stop it allAnd I won't be able to hide my shameI'll only tell you the tale of pink elephantsYou can fly through the heavens on their backsBelieve me, pink elephants can flyOver the hills, the mountains and through the skyThey could, if they would, fly higher than highBut only the pink elephants can really flyForget the toys you used to play wars in your fantasyAnd the videos where machines and monsters raged to ruleThe desire for power and pleasure formed your worldAnd it will determine your child's future tooClose your eyes and realize where you areThey've survived despite all we've destroyedThey are all my parents left me from better daysThey're your friends and you can give them to your child