Why are these walls so wide, father?
Why are these walls so wide?
They build them so against the Beast
That prowls the woods outside
Why are these doors so strong, father?
Why are these doors so strong?
If they were weak, surely the Beast
Would break them down ere long
Why are these windows small, father?
Why are these windows small?
Because through narrow holes like these
The Beast could never crawl
Why are these spikes so sharp, father
Upon the iron gate?
They keep them sharp because the Beast
Is lying there in wait
Why do these men look grim, father?
Why do they never smile?
Fear of the Beast oppresses them
Each one and all the while
What is this frightful Beast, father
That they all dread to see?
The Beast to them is you and I
As they are to you and me
