(Part I found here)
The coward hid from all that did
So he’d never have to give
An errant care, indeed he slid
Below life’s lowest bid.
He didn’t dare to live.
The heroic coots bought matching suits
So no one could forget
The deed they’d done. Those loopy fruits
Dressed in tiger stripes from hat to boots
On weekly walks to make sure Woe was fit.
Their checks made clear he held Woe dear,
The coward found something rare.
A reason to steer straight into his fear,
For Woe awoke an ocean of cheer
And the strength to fight off a scare.
Mind your rights and love your wrongs.
Whatever shore you’re stranded on,