My mama told me to be kind
My papa said to me look them in the eye
My sister warned me to listen well
My brother promised to hold my hand

I walked in the room filled with wooden things
I saw the other children starring the same as me
A tall woman approached with sandy wavy hair
She wore the smell of roses in her cotton dress

I stood tight

My mama told me to be kind
My papa said to me look them in the eye
My sister warned me to listen well
My brother promised to hold my hand

I don’t know why but I began to cry
Did they want to dispose of me? Why?
I squeezed my brother’s hand and asked him not to go
He said don’t worry child be back before you know

I stood tight

My mama told me to be kind
My papa said to me look them in the eye
My sister warned me to listen well
My brother promised to hold my hand

With the other children we sat patiently
In grand circle we were welcomed, we were scared
The lengthy lady spoke of letters, numbers and toys
Her calming presence oppressed my fears

We were asked to reach cling onto the hands next to ours
Then I knew it we would be okay, just another world to share

I told my mama I was kind
Said to my papa I looked them in the eye
Confirmed with my sister I listened well
Promised my brother hands became many in that room