By Shelby Snow ©2009
Here in this village tonight
We will celebrate the fight
All good people gather ‘round
Cause this is where it all comes down
Tiptoe through the garden’s row
But tumble through the weeds
Gently till the soil you know
And careful with those seeds
Perhaps this time we’ll get it right
A balance between the darkness and the light
Try to keep it in the ground
But fly away to the sound
We must try with all our might
To stand up our lines drawn tight
It’s not time to clown (or clone) around
Go toe to toe, go pound for even pound