Label

A little baby is born,

And there's no time to waste.

She can cry if she wants to,

But she can't afford to rest.


Don't let go of any label,

Any stamp to put on her face-

Stamps of religion, class, and caste,

Of country and race.


She'll carry all the tags

Till the day she's dead.

Don't leave her any choice,

And there's no need to be afraid.


The world is a big cellar, and each one of us -

A bottle of wine.

Be proud of your labels -

For they taste divine.