Be careful the way you fight your enemy
For even the most well aimed arrow
May sail back for the tenderest spot
On the sender’s chest
Think twice before throwing blind missiles
Into a crowded marketplace
For the sharpest of your rocks
May land on your mother’s head
A mean man lost out
In a tussle for noble honours
Belched out crazy curses and vapid abominations
Then paid the rainmaker a fortune
To drown the entire village
But when the sky answered his prayer
Only his house went down the hill
With the tameless torrents
The village Songbird saw it all
From the top of the tallest tree
Waking up next day with a fitting song: