Your elders gave you the word
To ignore would be folly
Look fearsome and undeterred

With drunken rants, the wisdom slurred
that made your skin all crawly
Your elders gave you the word

Quiet, you would have preferred
It was burned down by hurled mollies
Look fearsome and undeterred

With disobedience absurd
Nod twice and wear your Jolly
Your elder gave you the word

The whispers stop at the flightless bird
Chased down by a Border Collie
Look fearsome and undeterred

Automatic the scatter of the herd
Upon an unannounced volley
Your elders gave you the word
Look fearsome and undeterred