I’ve told you, Phil, don’t scold the child.
I will not have our son reviled
For being what every child should be:
Completely and entirely free
To be himself, and not controlled
Or forced to fit a social mold.
A child is a noble savage;
Don’t burden him with moral baggage—
Let him grow as nature meant,
Not psychologically bent
By silly growth-restricting rules
They teach in sad, old-fashioned schools.
Authority makes a child a slave
Insisting how he must behave:
A noble savage needs no guide
But Mother Nature by his side—
The less society interferes
The more his natural self appears.
Natural man is sweet and gentle
Till social forces drive him mental.
Don’t judge his actions by your standard—
I will not have my child commanded!
And when you speak of his “aggression”
You’re limiting his self-expression.
So please don’t tell him what to do—
You’ll only make a clone, like you!
You were raised traditionally
But I want Johnny to be free
Of all conditioning and find
His own ideas in his own mind.
I won’t condemn his education
To regimented rote-frustration:
The child of Nature knows the best
Way to learn, and needs no test
To judge him and discriminate,
Which is the sole cause of hate.
And while I’m here, don’t mend his grammar—
Do you want to give the child a stammer?