Going for the Key of "C"

I know that I'm quite crazy
I'm sure that I'm a nut
But a curious thing just happened
As on the piano bench I sat

A tiny little beetle bug
Was crawling on the key of "G"
And just as I almost smashed him
His little eyes looked up at me

Because today I'm weepy
And feeling quite alone
My mind has seemed to ponder
Creatures in the helpless zone

The little ones gazing up at us
The ones we tower over
The bugs, the worms, the flowers
Who are crushed by our careless power

The discounted little children
Abused and cast aside
By folks who are also suffering
Sliding down a pain strewn slide

God help us to remember
Each creature's right to live
And be cared for in a special place
That you, as God did give

So I let the little beetle
Move on to the key of "C"
And I can only pray that someday
Sopmeone will do the same for me