Magazine Pages

Way back in those glorious rose-tinted days before we were all online
Before certain entertainment spoiled our sweet innocence
By showing us how we might enjoy some nice alone time
We'd spend our heady days cavorting in the sun
Not yet prepared to leave our youthful life behind
And pass away the hours outside in wholesome healthy fun
Until somebody left something for us to find
Magazine pages discarded in the woods
They were the start of an awakening we barely understood
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
Spelled the end of childish reverie and the start of adulthood
Inexperience left us easily impressed
By pretty ladies who had found themselves undressed
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
To all of us they could only be a force for good
By showing us the things no trusted adult should
Those magazine pages discarded in the woods
Magazine pages discarded in the woods
A source of endless fascination for our growing brotherhood
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
We didn't fully comprehend though thought perhaps one day we would
Through our discussions about what all the pictures meant
And debating where we thought everything went
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
Were we the only ones who truly understood?
Taking us far outside our little neighbourhoods
Those magazine pages discarded in the woods
Magazine pages discarded in the woods
Formed a little trail of wonder along the path on which we stood
Those curious magazine pages discarded in the woods
Just who left them, an enigma, but we'd thank them if we could
Though we imagined they'd be considered obscene
And knew not to tell our parents what we'd seen
Magazine pages discarded in the woods
A sordid pastime or just misunderstood?
Many a fine chapter day has a small debt to pay
To magazine pages discarded in the woods