A peaceful new world is just an illusion
That's a bear that they're patting, I'll allay the confusion
Is that ducks by the lion?
Should they not quick get flyin?
Sure, it's idyllic and sure it is quaint
But safe from vicious death it most certainly aint
As smiles turn to prayers
Skin riddled with rips and with tears
The lion an atheist, the bear habours rage
Prayers will not save the young and the aged
And so here is the moral
(And it's not plant your garden in sorrel)
If a peaceful new world does ever arrive
And lions and bears do also survive
Bless the shot gun and pray for sharp aim
Christ's love is great, but it won't make them tame.
