You Have To Be Carefully Taught

You've got to be taught

To hate & fear,

You've got to be taught

From year to year,

It's got to be drummed

In your dear little ear

You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid

Of people whose eyes are oddly made,

& people whose skin is a different shade,

You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,

Before you are 6 or 7 or 8,

To hate all the people your relatives hate,

You've got to be carefully taught!

Oscar Hammerstein II

1949

I Feel So Gay In A Melancholy Way

I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I’m as jumpy as puppet on a string

I’d say that I had spring fever

But I know it isn't spring

I am starry eyed & vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing

O why should I have spring fever

When it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street

Hearing words that I've never head

From someone I've yet to meet

I’m as busy as spider spinning daydreams
I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing

I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud

Or a robin on the wing

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way

That it might as well be spring

It might as

Well be

Spring

Rodgers/Hammerstein

1945