ACT I
Welcome to The Happy Park
Frisbees thrown, puppies bark
Novels read underneath the trees
Relaxing in the warmest breeze
Children play on slides and swings
Monkey bars and trampolines
Even when the sun has set
The dark day isn’t over yet
ACT II
Wonder why the grass is colorful?
Elves are buried in shallow holes
Why’s there dragon fruit on trees?
A faerie army fell to their knees
Why are the swing sets so sturdy?
Dwarven bones thick and dirty
No Happy Park without sacrifice
Your favorite creatures cold as ice
ACT III
You don’t have to ask questions
As rainbow bubbles grab attentions
Live, laugh, play every day
Nothing wrong with our brutal ways
Your parents pay their tax dollars
So colorful critters will die and holler
Don’t mind the rumbling in your guts
Work a little harder if you’ve got the nuts
CONCLUSION
If you don’t appreciate genocide
We can always take a bulldozer for a ride
Be grateful for the shallow beauty
Picketing is for the fruity
We got the magic wands and staffs
Sorcerers and their belly laughs
Eight foot tall barbarians
Back up your youthful arrogance
Have a nice day! Come back tomorrow
Take the edge off your so-called sorrows
Play in the park and be grateful
Who cares if its history is bleak and hateful?
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