Hang on, stitching together your page...
They won’t go attacking anyone.
That’s not what will make them interested,
finding freedom’s where they’ll be invested.
You’d abandon them, machine molested,
Thinking that I see makes you distressed.
Please, though, won’t you listen to some sense?
I can’t have that weighing on my conscience,
shirking this would make our guilt immense.
Time to stand and take our test.