Tonto

I am eight listening
To my mother’s answer
To another endless question
On why, she usually sings a refrain
From a showtoon which drives
My two elder sister’s crazy
And later my younger
Sisters but now my
Mother uses her
Other response
Philosophically
Aiming at our
False fears,
Meanwhile
Back at
Ranch
Tonto
Fearing
The Lone
Ranger will
Not recognize
Him in his long
Underwear …
And a moral
Order soon
Calms all
Qualms.
No
Answers
In life only
The hope of
Mother’s steady
Reassurance
As when we
Ask her if
We sing
Well or
Look
OK,
Good
Enough
She replies
Followed by
The another
Showtoon so
My brother and
I know all the lyrics
To Bernstein’s Candide,
Tonto’s Longjohns are
Still a mystery known
Only perhaps to
My eldest
Sister,
Wisest
Of us all.