Song of Choice

In Jan­u­ary you’ve still got the choice,
You can cut the weeds before they start to bud.
If you leave them to grow too high they will silence your voice,
And in Decem­ber you will pay with your blood.

So close your eyes, stop your ears,
Shut your mouth and take it slow,
Let oth­ers take the lead and you bring up the rear,
And lat­er you can say you did­n’t know.

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