Why, why, why...

Hello, Mr. Business guy
Could I bother you for a while?
Greetings, Mr. Congressman,
Do you mind if I jump in?
Good evening, young suburban wife,
Could I bother your perfect life?

You see I've got a tale to tell
About a girl named Annabelle.
She lives way down in Kenya-town,
With lots of children all around
Who didn't have a single thing
No parents, home, or a shilling.
The same went for Annabelle,
Every day a living hell.

No food except what the dumpster brings,
There's water, but it isn't clean.
But at least her schedule's very full,
When the day is filled with survival.
But Annabelle still dreams, too,
Of warmth and love and maybe school.
But she can't do this by herself,
Maybe you could show some kindness with your wealth...


Why do they say
It's so impossible?
Why haven't they
Thought of this little girl?
Why wouldn't they
Even give her the time of day...

Why, why, why?