There are peculiar people here on Earth,
Who have a fear of nasty pointy guns.
They live in Western lands, and right from birth,
Whenever they see one, they clench their buns.
The mere sight of a rifle sears and stuns
Their brain cells – they will soon convulse and scream:
“A curse on all the shooters and their sons!
Come join with us – we are a trendy team!
We are the virtuous – we have a dream:
It is to rid the Western World of harm.
We’re on the peace train – we’ve a head of steam,
And soon each rifle owner we’ll disarm!”
They’ll ask you nicely – I’m sure you’ll agree
To hand your weapons over – peacefully.