We’re all in this together.
Each and every one.
Oh, my God, it can’t be true.
Perhaps for me, but not for you!
You’re too black or brown or yellow!
I’m just an ordinary fellow!
You’re too gay or straight or mellow!
You even eat that apple jello!
We’re all in this together.
Each and every one.
Old & young and in-between;
The ever-seen and never-seen.
Oh, my God, it can’t be true.
Perhaps for me, but not for you!
You’re too fat or skinny or too tall!
Perhaps you’re short and way too small!
We’re all in this together.
Each and every one.
Into games or sports of every sort.
Even tall and short and every sort.
Oh, my God, it can’t be true.
Perhaps for me, but not for you!
You’re too shallow, smart, or kind;
Too lame or sick or different mind.
We’re all in this together.
Each and every one.
We’re all in this together.
Each and every one.
The only “them” that counts is all of us
How the Nightingale Learned to Sing
Myths of the Veritas: The First Ring of Empathy
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