This wasn’t a first for me, Oh no. I’ve been booed before.
But boo they did and when again I deign to take the floor
I’ll bare my soul and quote no page
but those on which I write.
And right or wrong, I’ll live my life
And sing their song no more.
I choose to be the Tortoise. The world can be my Hare.
Whatever it takes to be myself is all I have to share.
So round them up my brothers, practice till it’s right.
Consensus is the plan it seems,
for those whose plans are merely schemes
and Might is Right (it’s done in teams)
I’ll sing that song no more.