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