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The pejorative term "political correctness" was adapted to express disapproval of the enlargement of etiquette to cover all people, in spite of this being a principle to which all Americans claim to subscribe.
-- Judith Martin (aka Miss Manners)
"New Words"
Look up there, high above us
In a sky of blackest silk
See how round, like a cookie
See how white, as white as milk
Call it the moon, my son
Say moon
Sounds like your spoon, my son
Can you say it?
New word today, say moon.
Near the moon, brightly turning
See the shining sparks of light
Each one new, each one burning
Through the darkness of the night
We call them stars, my son
Say stars
That one is Mars, my son
Can you say it?
New word today, say stars…
As they blink all around us, playing starry-eyed games
Who would think it astounds us simply naming their names?
Turn your eyes from the skies now
Turn around and look at me
There’s a light in my eyes now
And a word for what you see
We call it love, my son
Say love
So hard to say, my son
It gets harder
New words today, we’ll learn to say
Learn moon
Learn stars
Learn love.
-- Maury Yeston
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