You can never have enough...

[JanW]

Thought I would share this - my old boy used to read it to the kids and grandkids

Why are they selling poppies Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today
The poppies,child, are flowers of love
For the men who marched away

But why have they chosen a poppy Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose
Because my child ,men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow

But why are the poppies so red Mummy
Why are the poppies so red
Red is the colour of blood,my child
The blood that our soldiers shed

The heart of the poppy is black Mummy
Why does it have to be black
Black my child - is the symbol of grief
For the men who never came back

But why Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain
My tears are my fears for you my child
For the world is forgetting again