Children, Be Simple

From growing up proud,
I knew for so long,
That keeping things simple
Would make me so strong! 

For each thing they mention
Throughout an attack
Shall lack the true thrust
To not roll off my back.

Because liars and cheats,
And those times so unfair,
Leave hardly a wrinkle
If I shine so aware.

For the birds going north
Say farewell to the south,
And those flocks do return
To put food in their mouth!