Many, many

There are many, many
It is the observation of a child
What are the many, many
More than we can know are wild

The certainty of a despot is not
They are on a path then lost
One thing we can know a lot
The many, many will have a cost

Find a way back to reason and kind
There are so many, many good reasons
Your people want to know a good mind
The good and decent are the seasons

Put them to use consistently
Help us to love our many, many
Renew your enthusiasm as a child
The growth from friendly is tasty

All else will melt away