The Wild Things

I tried to pen the wild things up for their own protection,

I tried to pen the wild things up for their own good.

There was food and there were blankets, it was warm and it was dry,

I tried to pen the wild things up so they would not die.

I tried again to talk with them when I thought they'd listen,

Other times I waited for them.to come to me.

You could see the snowflakes in their hair, the hunger in their eyes,

They danced away laughing as the storm was on the rise.

Don't you see, don't you see,

How much better it would be;

Don't you see, don't you see,

How much better we would be?

Don't you see, don't you see,

How much better it would be;

Don't you see, don't you see,

How much better we would be?

There beneath the starlight when the storm had cleared,

I tried to hear their voices, I tried to find their trail.

But there was nothing I could do, anyone could see,

I said You should've listened. I said it to the wind.

Don't you see, don't you see,

How much better it would be;

Don't you see, don't you see,

How much better we would be?