Strange Song

If I sing a strange song

Its cos I sing for the strange

Those with a haircut

That looks like mange

For those half elves

Struggling to be

A warrior mage

Or a war dancer

When they've got soul cancer

I sing battle hymns for the confused

Give courage to those

Who feel they have been used

I charm birds out of trees

But not always those with second degrees

Ive earned my little bo peep diploma

By lulling the spider into a coma

I sing to hiders

Who stay under covers

And live at their mothers

I sing of a strange kind of courage

Heterodoxy I try to encourage

Must we all think the same?

Some have a different kind of pain

Povey 2013