I won't sing a Song, lest I misguide the feet. I won't sing a Song about this unpleasant world unpleasantness at Hiroshima, gore all over Jalalabad. I won't sing a Song, lest I misguide the steps. I won't sing a Song about this tragic world Tragic plane crashes, tragic capsizing vessels. I won't sing a Song if craftsmen will specialize in dynamite drums and blatantly make fire spitting flutes. Why should I sing if craftsmen know nothing accept to make piano keys able to spew hazards? Can't be so dumb as to sing while craftsmen are busy making weapon drugs. I won't sing a song Knowing Napoleon had fought sixty battles and the seismic Tsunami yawns from time to time I won't sing a song, knowing Tsunami as I do, a convulsive eater and water all round, she will not stop to belch Drums of dynamites, fire spitting flutes, pianos of long ranging keys. These aren't my idea of music so I won't sing a song With Bleeding Kansas fresh in mind and engulfing of the Persian gulf, how could i sing a song? I won't sing a song when the refugees fleeing ambush of tigers fall victims to the pride of lions.