The snake that I had captured got away, went to play
Didn't say the things that I would like it to
And so I felt like shouting 'cause I couldn't get the snake to speak
It just would keep on hissing, hissing, b**hing
My thoughts go out entirely for snakebites never heal
And that poor unknowing boy who is dead
Tried to warn him tried to teach him of the things of danger keep him from the things of harm
But he didn't listen 'cause they never do - little boys
And now I sit here wondering
Why I didn't fry the snake in grease and eat it - I could use the food
And little boys would still be living, laughing, shouting, screaming
When they do not get their way
So maybe it is better to keep the snakes alive
Keep them free - let them do just what they want to
And maybe I am glad to see the k**ing streak continue
It's survival of the fittest of the bravest of the wisest of the law
Should have stayed at home
My little boy
And watched your rose
And kept your planet clean