Wandering Minstrel, that's pretty good. I couldn't remember that much of it myself, so I went and listened to the album again. You're only missing a few lines, but I thought it would be easier to cut/paste in the whole thing than to try to explain where the missing lines go, so:

THE BOX (Lascelles)

Once upon a time,
In the land of Hush-a-bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
They came upon a sort of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch - It's War."

Decree was issued round about
All with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on before:
"Don't fiddle with this deadly box
Or break the chains or pick the locks
And please, don't ever play about with War."

Well, the children understood.
Children happen to be good.
They were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locks
Or break into that deadly box.
They never tried to play about with War.

Mommies didn't either.
Sisters, aunts, and grannies neither,
'Cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yore.
Well, very much the same as now,
And not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that deadly box of War.

But someone did.
Someone battered in the lid,
And spilled the insides out across the floor:
A sort of bouncy, bumpy ball
Made up of guns and flags and all
The tears and horror and death that goes with War.

It bounced right out
And went bashing all about
And bumping into everything in store;
And what was sad and most unfair
Is that it didn't really seem to care
Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.

It bumped the children mainly,
And I'll tell you this quite plainly:
It bumps them every day and more, and more,
And leaves them dead and burned and dying--
Thousands of them, sick and crying--
'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore.

Now there's a way to stop the ball.
It isn't difficult at all.
All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure
That we can get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the locks,
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.

Well, that's the way it all appears,
'Cause it's been bouncing 'round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came upon the box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch - It's War."

I'm glad I pulled out the album. I haven't listened to John Denver in a long time and forgot how much I used to enjoy it.

Kim