Oh! Don’t you tell me what
to do,
Or when to do or how to
do.
We all chose you, elevated
you
And made you.
Now that you have become
you,
You don’t stick to words
even few.
And then you tell us what
to do
And what not to do!
Run, run, run…
If we get hold of your
collar now,
If we start to ask why and
how,
You will feel your chicken
heart burn.
You chicken, you rabbit,
you harlot’s tail
No more chances if you
fail.
Serve your masters or next
time you rail
We will make you feel
awfully frail.
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