Feels like being a lieutenant trying to save a bunch of refugees.
Too many darkened faces, mute, with arms waiving in the air.
Must craft a ship of latest technology to ensure their safe transport.
All I have is a flimsy wet cardboard box, unfit for a kitten.
A baby is howling of hunger, I toss box of Parmalat
One baby ate, but a thousand more hungry.
Someone just gave birth to a baby.
RISK IT and JUST SING IT