I once met a traveler From a foreign land He beguiled our village Taking about his clan He told us thoughts were free Like the air we breathe And there isn't any list Of acceptable ideas We laughed and hollered We slapped our knees That man was crazy As a basket full of bees Without instructions Nothing makes sense You'll say the wrong thing You'll surely give offense We showed him the list That's pinned to the wall In every building And meeting hall It tells us what to think It tells us what to say Folks who disagree Are quickly sent away The list brings order The list brings peace The list brings love And harmony Without the list Life would be insane Who would we bless? And who would we blame? That kooky old traveler Just shook his head He sneaked away quiet When we were still in bed by Richard W. Bray
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