Let’s arm the teachers,
the principals too.
Fire shots from the bleachers,
in this military zoo.

Give guns to the bus driver,
the chief cashier.
We’ll all be survivors,
with nothing to fear.

Hand ‘em out at the supermarket,
with your cartons of rice.
A permanent special,
no more bodies on ice.

When our tainted beef,
kills three or four,
do we double production,
and send out more?

But we mustn’t politicize,
For that would be cheap.
Who are we to criticize?
When there are souls to reap?